Lyana Stark Novels & Stories

As much as possible, I want to keep being the ignored and neglected little ghost sister to them and stay far away from their radar. The discussion moves on to matters of treaties, war, and politics. Thankfully, it seems that after the initial surprise, no one seems to care that I have chosen a Lycan. No one thinks me worth a second thought, even Leonel, who I fear grew interested enough to keep an eye on me, is already at work in making his new Lycan slaves his footstool. 'Just hold on a little longer, everyone,' I silently tell them. I know they can't hear me but I prefer I don't give them empty words. What they want and need is action and results.

He seems to have left already. She heads to the toilet to freshen up a little. Splashing water on her face, she studies her face. Her one eye is a dark hazel color and the other one is bright green, which gives her a rather unique appeal. However, her usually smooth skin is pale and pearly. There are hints of dark circles under her eyes and her lips are dry. The past few weeks have been hard on her and it shows on her face now. People say that she has an angelic appearance, innocent and pure.

You two don't need to fight. "Oh." Absolute Evil knew Chase was searching for his seven sisters. She recalled the information Chase had given her. This woman with the unusual thought process in front of her was, in fact, Lyana. "Hello, Lyana. Sorry, I didn't recognize you just now," she quickly apologized. Lyana was somewhat surprised that Walter knew so much about her. After listening to Walter's introduction, she understood that these two did not have the relationship with Chase she had imagined. This put her mind at ease.

With a final nod of approval, Alyona turned to Lance and placed the transformation in his capable hands. "She's all yours now. Work your magic on her," she instructed, a playful twinkle in her eyes. “ All done?” Bazyli asked without looking up from his phone when he heard the door of her office open. “ Yeah,” she said, taking a seat beside him. “ When did you come to town?” she casually asked. “ A couple of hours ago. I came here from the airport. Clinton took my luggage home," he replied, playing with her fingers. “ You haven’t had anything to eat yet?”

Natalia snarled. She wiped a mixture of blood and freezing spray from her eyes, her silver royal aura flaring into a tight, desperate shroud around her boots. She scrambled across the fracturing gantry toward the unconscious Lyra, dragging her sniper’s limp body away from the edge of the buckling platform. Her muscles screamed in protest, every fiber of her Lycan heritage demanding she drop to her knees and succumb to the exhaustion, but the crown on her brow was a weight of blood and duty. She could not break. Across the central basin, standing on the narrow maintenance platform directly above the primary pressure release hatch, stood Kael.

She said as I nodded and said it was okay. The made finally finished and left as I put on the dress that she had brought with her. "So, it's finally good to have our queen with us, I have been waiting for this moment," She said excitedly. "Are you sure you are the beta's mate?" I asked. From what I heard from Mira. Selene was the most toughest female on the battlefield. Her attacks were ones that could kill. Maxwell gave her permission to train the girls to keep her a little busy.

The nineteen-year-old woman hadn't moved at all, not even to put on her clothes. Lyana was only wearing a blanket to cover her body. “Lyana.” The woman turned her eyes to Yarena, who was now sitting on the side of the bed. Lyana's face looked haggard, as did her dull gaze. “Are you okay?” Yarena asked worriedly. Her worried face looked so sincere, like a mother to Lyana. Without saying anything, Yarena began to hug Lyana warmly. “I'm sorry, Lyana.” Yarena knew that she couldn't do anything but calm the beautiful woman down. Lyana didn't move or speak at all, perhaps she was still traumatized or not ready to accept her reality.

Lydia watched the news from a private suite across the city. **BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS STABBED AT GALA — VALE AT HER SIDE** She muted the television. “Dramatic,” she said calmly. A man stepped out of the shadows. “You promised she wouldn’t die.” Lydia turned, eyes cold. “She won’t. Not today.” “And Vale?” “He’ll suffer,” Lydia replied. “Which is the point.” The man frowned. “Why?” Lydia’s smile sharpened. “Because Aria Lane represents something unforgivable,” she said. “A woman who didn’t stay bought.”

Lyanna I stared at the ceiling, my breathing shallow. Damn it all, I thought, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes. I was Lyanna of the High Nobility. I was supposed to be the master of my own desires, not a woman haunted by a few moments of passion over a kitchen sink.

Korea, Seoul " Hmmm, how about this one, maybe my son Gerald would like this " Arcela mumbled as she was busy picking some leather jacket. Arcela Itopia, the packs Luna of Lycans, the wife of Stark and the mother of Gerald. She's one of the most cunning female human Lycans in the whole city of New York. Everyone kneeled before her and they were scared to fight against her because she's more vicious and cruel than anyone else.