Ethan X Lyra Novels & Stories

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”

The redhead doesn't look surprised at all, instead, the corner of her lips curves into a smile. I open my mouth to say something, anything. Perhaps scream at the top of my lungs but no word comes from my mouth, my tongue is too heavy to utter even a single word, my throat clogged with emotions that's almost choking. My lips part in a silent scream as my heart breaks into a million pieces. “E-Eliana,” Ethan calls hesitantly, “I-I can explain. It's not what you think.” He says. Ethan takes a step towards me but I step backwards, shaking my head in denial, my vision becoming blurry as tears burn in my eyes, threatening to fall.

Her jaw almost dropped as the color drained completely from her face when she glared at me. The idea of a wolfless girl willingly walking into the den of the dominant, terrifying Lycans was insane. And to any other person present there, it would sound like a death wish. Or a declaration of war. "You wouldn't dare," Maria whispered, her facade was slipping into pure panic. "Ethan will never allow—" "Ethan doesn't own me," I cut her off, stepping over my ruined clothes and walking out into the corridor without looking back.

Not until Amira 's eyes met mine and I was frozen In the spot, wondering what she was going to do. I wasn't really ready to even confront Jackson and I wasn't sure what her reaction would be, but suddenly, she smiled. No remorse, no shock or shame. Just a pure satisfactory smile on her face as she stared at me while being drilled by my mate. "Jackson … What is Ethena going to say when she learns about us? You know how she loves and adores you." She suddenly said, and for some reason, I waited for what he'd say. His next words left the remaining part of my heart shattering in my chest.

he laughed. Ethan struggled to smile. Clearly shaking from rage. He was breathing Heavily and staring at the grip Damian had on me. Damian opened the door and I slipped into the car. They shook hands once again but this time Ethan griped his hands tighter and longer. Earning a ouch from Damian and then Ethan covering it up with a smile. Damien got into the car and we drove off. Thought I’d give you guys a peek on Olivia Thanks guys Love you ❤️❤️❤️

Ethan cut through her statement as he made his way in. “Sure, take your time.” Lucia bowed her head slightly at him. “Please excuse me.” She walked out with Sera behind her and they slammed the door, leaving just Ethan and myself. “Myra..” His voice softened. “You’ve been ignoring my calls and messages, what's wrong?” He cupped my face in his hands, and tried to caress my cheeks but I pulled away. His touch burns and I couldn’t help but think how he could be so pretentious. Like he wasn’t glad I didn’t reach out so he could have all the time to mess around with Tiara.

"Yes, Sylvia. He's serious about her. Has been for a while now, very serious." He was about to say something more, about how Ethan was an idiot, about how I deserved better. But then my phone buzzed with a notification. I'd set Ethan's social media to special alerts—a pathetic habit I suddenly regretted. Even Alex could hear the notification sound in the quiet room. "Don't look at it, Sylvia," he warned, but I was already reaching for my phone. Instagram. Ethan had posted something new. The photo made my blood freeze. A woman's hand adorned with a massive diamond ring—clearly a Luna ring, with the traditional moonstone centerpiece surrounded by diamonds.

Ethan has dark locks with just a hint of a natural curl while his eyes copy his mother's eyes, olive almost frosted with a deep honey color. Katie shook her head away from her thoughts of Ethan just in time for her friend to ask, "How do I look?" Katie immediately replied, "Beautiful! Whoever is lucky enough to be your mate should spend all of his days and nights thanking the Goddess for the gift she has shared with him." A slow blush crawled across Emma's face as Katie's words meant the world to her. As she embraced her friend she said, "I hope I'm right about you and Ethan. You know I always think of you as a sister. Your mate bond would make it official."

“Because you are worth so much more than that bastard you chained yourself to for thirteen years. And if you can’t believe it yet, then at least believe me when I say this: I will never lie to you, Lyra. Not ever. Even if I sometimes hide the truth to protect you.” Mara exhales sharply, the sound cutting through the room. “Lyra… do you remember Ethan’s boss? The one who practically runs the entire music scene like it’s his kingdom?” I nod slowly. Of course I remember him. Everyone does. But I have no idea why she’s bringing him up now. Her gaze hardens for a moment before softening again. “He once told me he was thinking about marriage. Said he didn’t want someone flashy or loud. He wanted a

And worse– was she? ~~~~~ Later that night, I find Lyra again. She's by the garden terrace, staring at the moon like she was trying to uncover every mystery it carried. “You didn't have to do that.” She says without looking at me. “I'm not some token you flash when your pride is on the line.” “I know.” “I'm not yours, Ethan.” “I know.” I repeat, even though I hate the sound of it. She finally looks at me, eyes softer than I deserved. “You can't just start kissing me out of the blue when you deem appropriate.” Her voice drops.