Jayfeather X Briarlight Novels & Stories

If I dropped a ribbon in the courtyard, it would be back on my pillow that night, folded into a perfect square like a silent promise: I see you. Bramrik was the safest kind of terrifying. A bear shifter who could crush stone with his hands and still kneel down to tie Tavian’s bootlaces when he was too young and stubborn to ask for help. Bramrik’s presence made you believe nothing could touch you while he stood nearby.

When he lunged again, I stepped aside and drove my knee into his stomach before grabbing the back of his neck and slamming his head into the wooden support beam. The crack echoed through the tent and Bram collapsed to the floor, unconscious. For a moment the only sound was my heavy breathing. “Jacob,” Faye whispered urgently. I turned. She had already reached the table, pushing aside scattered papers. “There,” she said weakly. A thick, worn journal lay half hidden beneath a folded cloth. Mira’s journal. I grabbed it quickly and flipped it open, scanning the pages. Faye leaned closer despite her pain. “What does it say?” she asked.

will accompany the two us tomorrow” Lila almost sounded like a giddy teenager herself and Mj had to stifle a laugh “and since Jay is your brother you get to tell him he has been volunteered as our protection detail” Lila laughed but Mj noticed that Briella seemed a little nervous, “what’s wrong Brie?” Mj asked and watched the girl fiddle with her fingers “can we get someone else, Jay always brings Moxie and he scares me” her voice was almost a whisper and Lila began to tap her foot. “Briella you stop that right now Moxie is a hunter just like Ed and Ace there is no reason to be afraid of him he would lay down his life no questions asked to protect you.” Brie scoffed and Lila filled her lung

Eryx returned the smile, "I am Eryx Silvester and this is Braylon Rhys. We're looking for someone named Stiles Vill. Have you heard of him?" Braylon looked at Eryx, who had a sweet smile on his lips, looking at the Barista, who was looking cute while smiling. That Barista had a native face and natural beauty a little bit of feminine. Braylon rolled his eyes, averting his gaze. The twinge of jealousy plastered on Braylon's face which was unnoticed by Eryx.

he teased. "Twilight?" Lexi raised an eyebrow, both surprised he'd seen it and that he'd freely admit to having seen it. "Yeah. It's my guilty pleasure. I do quite fancy that Kristen Stewart," Jayce told her with a grin. 'That's his type?' Lexi thought. 'Maybe I should dye my hair brown.' "Aww, don't worry," he said, reading her expression. "I fancy you way more." "You do?" Lexi asked, sounding far too hopeful and needy to her own ears.

Jay’s Partial Transformation Jay’s back split open— not blood, but molten gold pouring upward like liquid light. A structure began forming behind him— Not wings not armor something worse: A stabilizer spine growing like a jagged crown. Jay screamed so loudly the air rippled. “LENA—!! LENA, IT HURTS—!!” Elias held his face. “Jay—listen to me—LISTEN—stay with me—stay with ME—!” Jay sobbed: “I’m not ready—I’m not—I’m not—” Lena cried harder. “Jay—I’m here—I’m RIGHT here—just hang on—!”

They were all very beautiful, like a trio from a modeling agency. “Hello Luna.” Starts the dirty blond. The tone of her voice sounds very mature but feminine, just like her appearance. She looked like a tough bad bitch wearing all black like her leather jacket and tight skinny jeans with heeled boots. Even without the boots, she was the tallest out of all of us. “My name is Briar, and I’m Chris’s mate.” I was a bit surprised to discover that the mellow, joyful, surfer vibes Chris is the mate of a strong and fierce woman like Briar, who looks like she belongs in a biker gang. But who was I to judge?

Tiffany used her claw to cut her hand and then Lily's. Tiffany grabbed Lily's bloodied hand. "As Gamma of Moon Shide pride, I accept you Lily Bray to our pride to uphold our sacred code to protect, support, and honor each other. We are a family, united by the lunar thread that connects us to the Moon Goddess. Do you accept this bond, accepting both its burdens and its blessings?" "I, Lily Bray, accept,"

Her gaze darted mischievously, like a child about to break her rival’s favorite toy. I swallowed hard, every nerve in my body bracing for the blow. “During the time she attacked me at school that day,” Briar began, her voice sweet but laced with venom, “I happened to pick a few strands of her hair. I gave it to my Dad to look at.” My stomach dropped. She what? Her smile stretched wider, triumphant. “My Dad took it to examine at the pack hospital.” Then she leaned closer to Damien, lowering her voice just enough to feel like a dagger aimed only at me. “She’s a tribrid.”