Ethan X Lyra Novels & Stories

Lewis turned to face Ethan, his posture subtly shifting to convey a hint of challenge. His eyes met Ethan's with a piercing gaze, and his arms remained loosely wrapped around Lily's waist, a casual yet possessive gesture. Lily's eyes widened as she looked at Ethan, her gaze filled with surprise and a touch of wariness. "Ethan?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, as if she wasn't sure she was really seeing him.

I lay there panting, bikini top still pulled down, tits heaving, pussy aching empty. Ethan stood over me, stripping off his swim trunks, his cock springing free, thick and veined, head purple and leaking precum, harder than before. His eyes raked over me, arrogant smile on his face. "Fuck, Lyra, I am going to make sure you faint." He reached into his nightstand drawer, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and what looked like leg restraints, metal cuffs connected by a bar to spread legs apart. My eyes widened, shock hitting me hard, where the hell did he get those? handcuffs and leg spreaders?

Without her, they don't know how to live. Unlike Lexy, Ethan did not have the same dreams Lexy had the whole time they were apart from each other. He got through his longing for her by sniffing the tiny piece of underwear she left in his penthouse that night. It helped Ethan masturbate when his longing for her was too potent and string to deny or ignore. It drove both the human and Lycan crazy, grumpy and edgy. But since Ethan could handle their moods well instinctively, as his usual character prevailed, people around them did not notice more than those that had obvious reasons to flare up.

Lyra narrowed her eyes but stayed quiet, watching. Mira looked down at his hand holding hers, then back up into his eyes. Her voice was soft but steady. “I don’t have anything to do with you anymore, Ethan. From now on, we have nothing together.” Ethan’s face darkened. “Mira, don’t do this here,” he hissed. “People are watching.” She smiled faintly. “They can watch all they want.” As she turned to get into Lyra’s car, Ethan’s grip tightened on her wrist. He tried to pull her back, his tone rising. “You’re not leaving with her!”

​He tossed his broadsword into the weapon rack, reaching down with one broad arm to scoop Lyra up into the air, tossing her onto his broad shoulder as she giggled with pure excitement. ​"Flawless calculation, my little Empress!" Ethan praised, ruffling her dark hair. "You mapped my turning radius before you even launched off the pillar!" ​"Mama says every battle is solved before the first blade is drawn," Lyra declared proudly, crossing her arms just like I did. ​I descended the grand marble staircase leading into the arena, Leo walking beside me with his tablet. ​"Your mother speaks the truth," Ethan smiled, his golden eyes locking onto mine with that same intense, boundless devotion that h

“Calloway Heiress Alive.” I read the headline four times before the words rearranged themselves into something my brain could process. Then I saw the photograph beneath it Lyra, unmistakably Lyra, sitting beside Ethan Vance in a studio I didn't recognise, wearing an expression so composed, so utterly unbothered, that for one disorienting moment I thought it had to be doctored.

The room erupted in chaos as the other lycans rose to their feet, their faces contorted in anger and confusion. I knelt before him, hands clasped in a desperate plea. “Forgive me, sire. It’s my fault. I’ll instantly reject you. I, Tara Morgan, slave of Alpha King Ethan, hereby reject you, Supreme Alpha King Ethan, as my mate—” Before I could finish, a forceful hand slammed against my cheek, leaving my head spinning, ears ringing, and vision blurred. Ethan struck me. “How dare you reject me, you foolish creature!” he growled. Another stinging slap landed on my face, forcing me onto the hard stone floor. “How does a lowly nobody like you dare to reject me?!”

He gracefully bowed down before softly placing his left hand on my waist and his right hand on mine. Both of us spun gracefully in the music, twirling to each melody as both of our feet swayed in harmony. His strong arms were able to support me and thus, the result of such beautiful movements that made others look at us. On the last note, he spun me before letting my hand go and took one last bow. “I am glad we get to share such a beautiful dance. I am Franklin Quinn, heir to the Quinn house.” He smiled but was cut by his twin brother’s presence.

"I was so good to you! For you, I even—" He couldn't finish. For her, he'd been ready to cut me off completely. Adrian's fist slammed into Ethan's face. "Idiot. My sister played you like a damn fool, and you don't even know how you're gonna die." "Adrian, let me tell him." Lyra stood up and looked down at Ethan. "You still don't know who we are, do you?" Ethan froze. "You... do we know each other?" "Looks like you're even dumber than your sister." Lyra clicked her tongue. "Whatever. Since you treated me pretty well these past few years, I'll make your death quick. I won't let you die miserably like your sister did."

Adrian's POV. The lady stopped three feet away. Close enough that I caught the glint of her diamond studs. Close enough that the jasmine became overwhelming. “Take them off, Lyara.” Ethan’s voice was quiet. But it cracked through the silence like a whip. The world tilted. Lyara. The name hit me like a fist to the chest. I snapped my head up, gaze flying to her face before my brain could catch up. She slid the sunglasses down with one finger. Slow. Deliberate. The lenses caught the light as they came away.