Dc Comics Lynx Novels & Stories

Her breath hitched. Lucas and Ruth's three friends lunged at Lyn and started beating her. Lyn tried her best to retaliate, but her limited strength didn't make it easy for her. They kicked, slapped and punched her. Someone ripped her arm off with a claw. Lyn was already bleeding when Lucas told his three friends to stop. Lucas turned half of his arm into a wolf shape, approached Lyn and smiled evilly. “Your destiny is to die, Lynexia.” Lucas moved quickly swinging his wolf arm, intending to reach into Lyn's heart, but his movement stopped just as his claws had just penetrated Lyn's chest a few centimeters.

There were some movements and the sound of Jackson dragging a chair and setting it beside me, “That is, if you want it though,” Did I want it? Of course I wanted to see again, as much as I hate the world, I hated being even more useless, I couldn't do anything for myself, only depending on my hearing and my sense of touch wasn't enough. My heart beat raced in the anticipation that his words were true, “What is it?” It was like I could hear the smile at my eagerness through my question, “It’s like a serum, it's only been used a couple of times with great results and although I can't guarantee a full return of vision, it is said to have the healing properties of an Alpha,”

That was also the day I met my companion and my wolf Jada. “She’s gone, Lauren.” Jada said and then added, “She’s so incomparably beautiful. Beautiful as always, just like you." I rolled my eyes at her for comparing me to the Goddess. I am Bianca Lauren Blaze, the only child of Alex Blaze, the former Alpha king. But my new pack members know me as Lauren Hackman. My life has always been a series of battles, but these battles have made me stronger. So yes, I am a warrior in my pack.

He whispered to me as he arched back his shoulders and stood strong and intimidatingly. I peeped around his arm to see Tarrant in his wolf form along with some of his pack as they slowly emerged from the trees, and a rush of coldness ran through me, reminding me of how fearsome they looked. “Greetings Lycan”. Tarrant’s deep voice rumbled through mind link. “Why have you come to earth pack territory?” Roman asked in a loud booming voice and several cabin doors creaked open including Nijra’s as she and Johan stepped out with spears already in hand. Many of Roman’s people approached, standing proud and ready to fight.

This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack. A surge of adrenaline coursed through me, sharpening my senses and heightening my awareness. My injured arm throbbed, a constant reminder of my vulnerability, but I refused to let it deter me. I positioned myself protectively in front of her, shielding her from the approaching threat, my eyes locked onto the crimson-eyed Lycan.

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

Alpha Ethan pauses for dramatic effect then continues, “I present to you Alpha Cassian of the Lightning Pack, Alpha Maddox of the Thunderbolt Pack, and their Luna, Charlotte!” He steps to the side as the crowd cheers and Cassian pulls me forward and Maddox follows suit, never once letting go of my hand. Cassian lets go of me as he waves his hands at the crowd and says, “Thank you all! Both my brother and I are excited to take our places as your Alphas. I want you to rest assured that even if you change packs, we will be in a tight alliance with one another and that you are always welcome to visit friends who may be in a different pack than you. I know both of our packs are capable of doing s

She locked it behind her, and caused me a moment of panic as I took in her stance, “Who are you?” she asked me. “Who the hell are you?” I replied. She looked me up and down. I was still in my torn dress with Carson’s suit jacket covering my body. “I am the Luna of the Full Moon Pack,” she responded proudly. I looked at her, “My understanding is that you are the acting Luna,” I said calmly.

On a couch near the fireplace sat a very old wolf in human form, his thin glasses perched neatly on his nose as he read a stack of papers. “Maddox!” Damien’s deep voice broke the silence with a smile on his face. His arms spread wide like he was about to hug the old man. The old man rose slowly, but in a heartbeat, his form blurred and shifted. Bones cracked, fur sprouted, and before me stood a massive wolf, his silver-streaked coat bristling with age and power. Damien’s lips curled into a smirk as he too shifted, his Lycan form towering and regal. He looked magnificent—so magnificent that I forgot to breathe for a moment.