Ethan X Lyra Novels & Stories

Daniel gasped. “Mason, you are so cute with those dark brown hair of yours,” she said while pointing at Mason. “What have you given to her?” Liam whispered to Mila. “Truth potion,” she said smiling. “The criminal formula? Are you out of your mind? This is against the law,” he said, annoyed. She shrugs. Amanda got up. “I will everyone that I hate Xavier Allen so much. You are the one unlucky for me since when I met you everything is not in the place. Yeah, you are damn hot but just like cactus,” she said aloud.

He was also my Fated Mate. The double bond left me helpless. He threw me onto the cold medical table. Bella coughed weakly, but I could see the pure malice in her eyes. "Hurry, Ethan… am I going to die? If I die, who will be your Luna…?" “You won’t die.” Ethan’s voice was sickeningly gentle. He turned around, holding a silver extraction device. It was designed specifically to draw out a wolf’s Essence. The thick needle gleamed under the light.

Petal is a bastard," Liam says, sitting alongside me and shaking his head. He appears to be watching the same scenery as I am. So let's get this straightened out. Petal is a skirt chaser, and Ryder is a playboy. According to speculations, only Ethan is manageable. I heard he doesn't currently have a girlfriend, but he is stubborn and picky. I'm just wondering what Ethan is doing with Ryder and Petal. They're like day and night. I look at Liam again, "I will be back in a jiffy," I say as I move through the chair into the restroom.

"Even if he wasn't yours, he was an innocent pup!" "I know! I know I was wrong!" he shook his head desperately. "But we're fated mates! The Moon Goddess chose us! We can start over!" "Start over?" I scoffed. "Start over with the murderer of my pup?" Just then, his eyes fell on Lydia, who was hiding behind me. "Lydia?" His eyes went wide. "She's... she's alive?" My daughter shrank back, clutching my dress in fear. "My daughter!" Ethan was ecstatic, delirious. "She's not dead! Sera, she's alive!"

Men and their egos. “What are you doing? That is most definitely not chemistry homework,” Ethan sat up on the bed so he could have a better look at my laptop. “Ah! Need any lessons, Ms. OG?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Shut up!” I glared. “Eva’s probably got bugs on every corner of this room, so watch what you’re saying.” “Akira! Ethan! Did I just hear the L-word?” And to prove my point, Eva yelled from downstairs at that exact moment.

I could feel myself comfortable enough to share my sadness with him. "Are you feeling better?" Ethan asked a little cautiously. "Yes, Thank you." I put the cap on the bottle and then banded it to him. He placed the bottle on the table and then dragged the chair near to my bed so that he would sit in front of me. "You are a brave girl, Skylar. I know how much it hurts to lose our loved ones. You are a fighter and survivor. Your parents must be so proud watching you bloom into a marvellous young woman." Ethan's words strung into my heart. He said those words like he really meant them, and I honestly felt grateful thanks to his kind words.

Lydia’s legs felt heavy as she approached the agreed-upon meeting spot, the street quiet except for the distant hum of traffic. Her mind churned with questions, worry, and the guilt that wouldn’t leave her alone. She knew Elena would be furious if she discovered that Lydia had withheld information about Aria. But she reminded herself again: this wasn’t about trust. This was about keeping Aria safe. She would bring her home…today. From the shadows, Ethan stepped forward. Tall, calm, his expression unreadable. “Lydia,” he said quietly. “Come with me. Quickly.”

“Am I interrupting something?” I turned to see Roman, his icy gaze locked on Ethan. Ethan’s face went pale. Roman’s expression was calm, but there was a sharpness to his tone as he glanced at the table. “You’re standing in front of my seat.” Ethan stammered, stepping back. Roman turned to me, his voice softening. “Miss Winters, why are you crying?” I couldn’t answer. My throat felt like it was closing up. Ethan recovered quickly, his bravado returning. “I was just surprised to see Lyra here. We’re old friends, you see—”

It was my mother, screeching down the line. "Lyra! What did you do? Why did Ethan agree to bond severing all of a sudden?!" I answered, my voice calm. "Just one sentence." "What sentence?"

Ethan Shaw is dead. His face has been destroyed and his limbs severed. When his body reaches the morgue, the person who performs the autopsy is his own wife, Dr. Vivian Sullivan. She is a cool, rational professor of forensic pathology, and she is the woman Ethan loved for more than a decade. Six years ago he lost his voice saving her life, and she married him because of it. In all the years that followed, she remembered every one of his follow-up appointments yet never once remembered his birthday. She tended his injuries, but gave every ounce of warmth and favor she had to his younger brother. Right up until the moment he died, Ethan was calling her, over and over. And she hung up on h