Lyana Stark Novels & Stories

"No, I just—" River strode up and pushed him off, glowering as she bellowed, "You've been trying to find out who Yvie really is, haven't you? Well, I guess I can tell you now—Yvie Stark is the daughter of the Alpha King, the sole heir he approves of and the future queen of all lycans!" Hearing those words, Yohan turned deathly pale. I knew how hard he worked to climb the ranks and how much he yearned for power.

A few seconds had barely passed after I agreed when the door opened and a tall, lanky man with shrewd eyes and shaggy hair confidently strolled in, stopping short when he spotted me and the Lycan King. “Damian, wh-what is…?” The man stammered, his eyes bouncing from me to Damian. The Lycan King casually slid up next to me, placing a hand on my waist and grinned. “Lucas, this is Aviana, my Luna!”

Lucas asked her. The woman, whose name was apparently Lana, hung her head. She started sniffling and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. The whole situation felt off. “How do you know her name?” I asked Lucas. “She was out in the field with me earlier,” he replied. “Now, answer the question, Lana.” “I… well… she’s right,” Lana said meekly. “I am… I am a rogue.” “Probably a Dawn Stalker spy,” I remarked. “Anders cuts your ties so you could come here and get close to us.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

"I command you. Don't you dare drop it." Tiny's grip tightened. "Shut up." "I am Elara Stark," she said. "President of the Vipers. Sister of Rylan, daughter of Tiger. And I do not kneel for traitors." She moved, grabbing something from her lap. It was the knife I carved specially for her/ She swung it. The blade caught Tiny across the face. He howled, the gun jerking away from her temple. The shot went wild. It hit her shoulder. Elara screamed. She dropped the blade , clutching her arm, blood spreading fast through her black shirt.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them I saw the wind, water, earth, fire, dark and light balls surrounding me. "You did it princess!" Dad said. I'm so happy. Finally! Underworld I will get you again. I will bring everything back to what it is before. I am Aliyah Savannah Bloodstone, daughter of Drake Javier and Athena Evangeline Bloodstone. Lycans wait for your downfall.

She got up and walked away from me "who was she? Why was I on your bed just now? What did you do to me? Did you drug me?" I stand and jump on top of the bed to block her from leaving "don't leave me please" "Is she the Luna girl?" - Olivia asks and I shake my head "No, you are my Luna" - I let out and I can see the confusion in her eyes "What the fuck are you talking about? My name is LIV, let me out" – she says with tears clouding her eyes. "No" "LET ME THE FUCK OUT" – she says pushing my body away.

Kayden retorted arrogantly. “Hah, don’t get too confident,” Aren said frowning although he did secretly agree. “Then why did you even bother to help, give me a good reason,” Layana stayed silent, the shock of what happened still not gone. She was a wanted criminal, who was wanted for murder and a forbidden bloodline, with no money, no clothing, and two men out in the middle of nowhere, with no idea of where to go from here.

Contrary to what Nureyev suggested, I brought Lyana to my home, to the closest place that marked the beginning of my hell as an heir to the Bratva. I put on the dress shirt, buttoning it slowly as the memories come flooding back. I’m pulled from them only by the sound of heels clicking against the wood. Furthermore, I turn and find Lyana in a turquoise dress with thin straps that accentuate her full breasts, probably without a bra. She wears black heels, and her dark hair falls over her right shoulder, while on her left arm, she carries a huge black fur coat.

Her heartbeat had accelerated but Lyla had calmed herself down, telling herself that it was for such a brief moment and an accident, Kyrian had probably not even seen her. Lyla knew now how wrong she had been. Kyrian had not only seen her, he had taken note of her as well. There was something in those bewitching green eyes of Lyla's that had held Kyrian's attention for that brief moment. They intrigued him, she intrigued him, so he had told his guards to find out everything about her and now Lyla was here two years later as a result of that brief eye contact, Luna of the pack and wife to one of the cruelest alphas.