Romans & histoires Lyney X Aether

"You have no idea what you're up against." Lyra's heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to let fear take hold. Her love for Arthur still burned within her, but it was no match for the determination she felt to protect her friends and put an end to his tyranny. With a defiant glare, she clenched her fist and focused her energy on the nearest wraith, willing tendrils of radiant energy to emerge from her fingertips. The luminous strands danced through the air like ethereal serpents, wrapping around the wraith and squeezing until it dissipated into wisps of shadow.

She plucked one book after another, reading the titles aloud with the excitement of a child at an ice - cream shop. "Oh, 'The Chronicles of Aetheria'... ‘seducing Mr Grey’ .... ‘How to drive your Lycan crazy’.... ‘Tales of the Lost Kingdom'... 'Legends and Lore of the Lycan Forest'... "Rise and fall of Lycan-werewolf treaties. “. Sera's voice echoed softly in the quiet library. She carefully selected a few promising books, cradled them in her arms, and found a cozy corner with a plush chair to sit herself comfortably.

The javelins were launched, hitting the wyverns, and forcing some of them to fall to the ground. Liam turned up to the sky and also did his part. AWOOOOOOOOO!!! KIEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!! AAAAAH! His howls, injected with his , were more fatal than any other Alpha's howl. It immediately caused the wyverns and their riders to fall. The bloody battle continued. Suddenly, in the middle of it all, Liam heard his wife's voice in his mind. [30 Lycans appeared, they're attacking the city.]

It buffeted my senses in an overwhelming rush, making me needy and breathless. I heard Zaria growl in my mind, snarling and banging on the mental barrier, as the Lycan’s dark eyes turned gold. Leaning forward, Einas Raed rubbed his nose against mine, his eyes feral, full of lust and desire. He groaned, visibly stiffening. Then, lightly brushing his lips across mine, he grazed them across my cheek, leaving tingles of spark in their wake, as he trailed down to my ear. With a vengeful nick on my earlobe, he rasped, “You vile creature of sin…”

Liana’s POV I’m warm. Comfortable. There is something soft beneath me. I smell woodsmoke and books. Male voices drift into my consciousness, but I keep my eyes shut, savoring the safety that cocoons me. “How did you get away from my brother, anyway?” Ethan’s voice is quiet, as if he doesn’t want to wake me. “I’ve been ingesting small doses of wolfsbane for years,” says Blake—nonchalant. “If a wolf takes a bite out of me, it ends worse for them.”

The elder's gaze lingered on Elian, who stood rigid, heart pounding, finger twisted in the hem of his shirt a flush creeping up his neck as the weight of those ancient eyes dissected him. Thorne stepped closer, circling slowly, inhaling deeply. The motion made Elian's skin prickle, a mix of vulnerability and unease churning in his gut. He's looking at me like I'm a puzzle... or a threat. "It is no ordinary aroma," Thorne murmured. "This scent... it echoes the legends of old. The Aetherial Goddess, Liraya. She who walked the realms before the great schism, when wolves, vampires, and fae mingled under one sky.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

frustrated by the distance between us closing fast. “You don't deserve this?” Leon sneers, closing in on me from the side. “Little Lyne, you had us playing slaves for years, hoping it'd be all worth it when you birth a damn Lycan heir and make us rich. Filthy rich!” They all burst out laughing, cornering me like I was their lost little puppy prey. “But–But…” I tried to speak, but my throat feels dry and itchy. The tears that swelled my eyes seamlessly broke free. Licking my bottom lips, I swallowed a salty streak to wet my throat.

Only Lyra, Silas, and Kaelen remained standing—three pillars of defiance in a world of silver-and-shadow. "I am Aethelred," the man said, his voice a sound of pure, celestial music that made Lyra’s ears bleed. "I am the original bond. I am the reason the Goddess still breathes. And you, Silas Blackwood... you are a glitch in the lineage. A broken thing that has been unwoven and remade in a dirty void."

Lyall quickly turned back, then charged at Eira and bit the rope binding her. Zaiden rolled with the silver rogue to the ground. He struggled to avoid the rogue’s claws. He had clearly heard what they were saying. Zaiden separated from the rogue wolf. 'Lyall, go.' Zaiden mindlinked. Eira climbed onto Lyall’s back, but they were thrown back as they were about to leave. Mayes sighed. “You guys aren’t thinking about leaving, are you? This is really wasting my time.” Zaiden attacked Rogue Silver again, while Lyall jumped high, attacking Mayes, who then slammed Lyall hard. He fell repeatedly, but he got up again and continued attacking.