Fairy Tail Lyon Novels & Stories

Only with Kaze’s death could they nurse their grievance. “As your master, I will avenge you all!” Lyon grinned at Kaze and said, “Punk, be ready. I don’t want others to say that I am ambushing you.” Ha! Following an explosive cry, he darted at Kaze like a bullet. Lyon was fast. He was like a human bullet in motion. His previous opponents were all intimidated by his rapid movements and fierce attacks. “Kaze, I’m not going to ram you over. I’ll just break a few bones on you.” Lyon scoffed when he got closer to Kaze.

Amara said. Nicolas haven't thought about this before. But now that she bought it up, he knew that she should do something by herself. He was more than ok with providing for her. He has been providing for lots of pack members as well but her thing was different. The pack members he has been providing for are too small. They can't work on their own and he doesn't want to put pressure on their parents. Plus, he has been only earning since now. He really doesn't have anywhere else to spend them.

Lyon got up from her seat with a smile while her husband growled and shot daggers at me with his eyes. "Oh by the way Todd, these are our friends, Hank and Cierra Mancini." "Mancini?" I barely caught myself as my eyes flew to the sinister grin on his face. I walked over to shake his hand while his wife gave me a knowing look. "Pleased to meet you sir." There were three frogs in my throat. I don't know why I expected him to be older, and not so... clean cut I guess. "If you say so!" I guess I wasn't as circumspect as I thought earlier. He'd caught my reaction to him putting his hands on my girl.

“So tell me, my mighty dragon, what are you gonna do about it now?” Zeta’s pupils blew wide, his dragon uncoiling beneath his skin. Heat rippled off him in waves. “Anything. Everything. Just say the word.” “Then fight for me,” Lyon breathed, voice cracking with fury and want. “Like you should’ve from the beginning.” With a sharp twist, Zeta flipped them but the motion barely lasted a second before Lyon’s arms locked around him and slammed him right back, this time with his mouth ghosting along Zeta’s throat.

For a moment, they just looked at each other. "Can I see your wolf?" Crystal asked nervously. Ryder smiled, and with a fluid motion, he transformed into his Lycan form. Crystal gasped, mesmerized by the majestic creature before her. Ryder's Lycan body was powerful and majestic, with thick, dark gray fur and piercing yellow eyes. His muscles rippled, his powerful legs propelling him forward with ease. His face was strong with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, and his ears were pointed and alert.

The air hummed with excitement and anticipation, as the celebration reached its crescendo, a testament to the resilience and unity of the Lycan people. Amidst the vibrant atmosphere, Uriah, the newly crowned Lycan Queen, radiated grace and confidence. Her regal presence commanded attention, and her infectious smile lit up the room. She gracefully moved from one group to another, engaging in conversations with her guests. Her genuine interest in their stories and concerns endeared her to the Lycans, further strengthening their loyalty and support.

I admitted, “But, stabbing someone? That's not exactly what I'd call a conventional icebreaker.” As he turned to leave, I couldn't resist one last jab. “Oh, and next time you want to test someone's superpowers, maybe consider a less stabby approach. Just a suggestion!” “Talia, have you ever met a Lycan wolf?” Damien's voice was calm, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made me uneasy. I scoffed, feeling a mix of irritation and amusement. Here we go with the stupid questions again. “Stupid question? Is that what you think I ask?” Damien's eyes sparkled with amusement, catching me off guard. How could a human possibly know what I was thinking everytime?

"Yes. I'm going to be the alpha someday, and I'll need a capable Luna to take care of the pack. Can you take care of yourself?" He continued. "And let's not forget that your sister is so beautiful that—" A tear slipped from my eye. "My sister and I have the same face." "And somehow, the both of you look so different. You're not so beautiful. You look like the lite version of your sister. Not that I'm calling you ugly, that would be very un-future alpha of me. It's just like comparing a nice teddy bear to a poorly sewn ragdoll." I wiped my face with my sleeve. "I hate you. You and Marcy, both."

I had to quicken my steps to keep up with her, my eyes fixed on her back as I waited for her response. Eventually, she glanced back at me, her eyes narrowing slightly as she slowed her pace. "That is Lord Mortis and Lady Nymeria," she said, her voice low and measured. "Lord Mortis used to be the Lycan King's dearest friend." I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "Really? And what do you mean, 'used to be'?" I asked, my voice filled with wonder. Helen's expression turned somber, her eyes clouding over with a mixture of sadness and concern.

Guests dropped their gazes instinctively-prey recognizing a predator. The scent of pine and storm swept in, primal and commanding. All heads turned. A man stepped inside, flanked by two towering guards draped in black and silver. He was tall—taller than even Reyes—with broad shoulders, sleek black hair, and eyes like steel. His aura was cold, ancient, and undeniable. Gasps echoed through the room. A Lycan. The Lycan Prince. He walked with purpose, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me. His steps slowed.