Ethan X Lyra Novels & Stories

I looked towards her blinking in confusion. My eyes were starting to get really tired, but what couldn't I see? " I promise myself I wouldn't get involved, but seeing the way you and Ethan continually drift apart is really sad ". "Sad? What's sad is that Ethan wants to eat his cake and have it too. He was already dating Lana, and now that's she's dead he now wants me". Victoria suddenly burst out in laughter "Wait, is that what you're thinking all along?" She said amidst her crazy laughter.

And they listened back. Luna Kassandra leaned forward. “You’re human, yet you speak as if you’ve lived among wolves your whole life.” Ruby smiled. “I studied everything I could once I realized what being with Ethan truly meant. Besides, I may not have claws or super strength… but strategy? That’s my language.” Whitney clapped loudly. “This is why Ethan worships the ground she walks on.” “He does not,” Ruby muttered, cheeks heating. “Oh, he absolutely does,” Vanessa chimed in. “He just does it in a grumpy, emotionally constipated alpha way.”

I grip him tighter. Goddess! My head tilts back. “Look at me, Princess,” murmurs Ethan. I bring my eyes back to his. There is something like awe in his, flickering with the wolf that lingers there. He plunges deep inside me, and it pushes me over the edge. Release surges through me and I come completely undone beneath him. I cry out, gripping tightly onto him as my whole body shudders. His rhythm becomes feverish. His shoulders tense and his cheeks redden. His face is strained for a moment. Then he groans, long and hard, his muscles spasming beneath my fingers as he spills into me. “Fuck. Liana. Fuck.”

He mocked, holding my jaw up tightly, forcing me to stare at his beautiful deep brown eyes, I searched his eyes for any sign of remorse but I found none, who I'm I kidding he never liked me, to begin with, I'm just an ordinary slave, I can never be his luna there is no place for me here, I'm an orphan, a slave, a former beta's daughter, that is now six Feet Under. My life is a mess. I am a mess. I look down at my hands as tears flow freely down my cheek, a deep chuckle erupts beside me as Ethan laughs at my state, he seems to find it pleasing to see my cry. "My oh my, you don't know how long I have wanted to see you in this state, to watch you break, and for you to have no reason to want to

she asks and he bits done a small piece of her hand making her yelp a little and pull her hand back. "Who are you?" he smirked leaning in real close to her face so close his nose almost grazes hers. "I am Evelynn Caya Heyes, that's who. You are Jaxon Shae O'Connor and I am Ethan's baby sister. You can't just keep kissing me." she informs him like he is stupid not knowing that. "I don't think you will keep thinking long on that one." he grins. "Oh and why do you say that?" she asks, bouncing her head to the side with a smirk matching his.

He'd spent too long at the top of the Nightclaw ranks to let anyone walk in and trample his pride. He hurled his glass to the floor, shattering it. "Who the hell do you think you are? Barging onto my turf and ruining my night? You'll leave here in a body bag!" He turned, ready to call in reinforcements. But no one moved. Everyone knew—Ethan had already locked the place down. His men were everywhere. Someone pulled the drunken elder back, whispering sharply, "Are you insane? That's Ethan, the Alpha of the Duskrend pack. The Lycan Chairman. You wanna end up dead tonight?"

How could she turn this disgusting? Grabbing his arms, she tore them apart from her and then turned around. “Where is Ethan?” She seethed out at him. Cyra still couldn't see him but she could feel him standing right in front of her. “I am asking you something. Where the fuck is ETHAN?” Cyra shouted Ethan's name on his face and in return, heard him sighing heavily. Cyra witnessed him snapping his fingers and all the lights turned on finally. Her glossy eyes finally collided with his azure eyes, and just like always, she found nothing in them, except for peace and serenity.

"They went that way," Lyra pointed toward a corridor leading to the private chambers. As we approached, raised voices echoed from behind a partially closed door. I recognized Ethan Gray's deep tones, followed by Lydia Silvercoat's sharper reply. "—missed most of her ceremony because you were 'working late' with those pack envoys," Ethan was saying, frustration evident in his voice. "I thought you wanted a mate who focused on building pack standing," Lydia retorted defensively. "Isn't that what you've always valued?"

Xavier typical alpha seems oblivious to her insult. “Indeed, perhaps if I had seen this side of you Renna, this might be out Luna's ceremony,” Ethan teases, but the look he gives me sends a shiver down my spine. Lia slaps him, but he doesn’t seem bothered. Xavier I’m sure is giving him daggers, but he just smirks at me before walking off tugging Lia’s hand as they go. I watch them seeing her about to argue when he says something to her, making her smile before they start hungrily kissing each other. Yuck.

Elene knew wolves don’t have that kind of eyes. “Hi, Lyra, my name is Ethan. I am the Beta here in the rogue city. Nice to meet you.” He introduced himself with a grin. Elena bit her bottom lip. “Nice to meet you, too,” she said, feeling so stupid. Ethan then scratched the back of his head. He looked embarrassed by what he was about to say.