Lyon By Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

During this time the moon has began to show it's glory. " Lycan! " I exclaimed loudly when he was hit cruelly. That was the final hit that Lycan could endure. He fell down heavily and he coughed out that liquid, those quantity of silver that is so precious to the eyes and soul. The silver that runs through Lycan's veins. " What did you see Lara. Alas! He is the one. Lycan. Finally I found you. You will be my trophy. My source of more wealth. I want all the silver that runs through his vein be drained out. I want those precious liquid on my..."

"Oh, I had not realized. Dates slipped my mind." Leon's mother chuckled. "Do not create scenes. This celebrates new life, not your failure to hold your mate." My throat closed. Before I could speak, Lysandra gasped, doubling over, clutching her stomach. "Leon... the pup! Something burns inside!" He rushed to her side, predatory speed, forgetting me. "Lysandra ! What?" Between sobs, she whispered, "It is Seraphine. She prepared the tonic earlier. I tasted silver... I told her I have death-sensitivity!"

"But Jordyn is Selene’s pet. She’s trouble." "I'll handle Jordyn," I said, though a knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. At 5:30 p.m., the vault door slammed open. Jordyn stood there, wearing a dress that cost more than my first studio. She looked like a predator dressed as a socialite. "Lyra! Stop being such a hermit," Jordyn chirped, grabbing my arm with a grip that was surprisingly strong for a beta. "The whole team is waiting. We’re going to The Red Moon. No excuses."

Lyon said, looking down. Orvin signaled to his people to return to the mansion. Lyon no longer stared out the window, he could no longer bear the jealousy he felt. He was silent as he boarded their car. Selene looked out the window. She felt like a whisper came to her ear to turn around. She tried to open it. A moving car caught her sight. She wanted to think it was Lyon to fetch her, but she chose to ignore it and went back to dancing with Liam. —-----

Liora leads, her instincts pulling her forward, Aria’s pulse a quiet beacon. The first trap triggers without warning—a pressure plate clicks under Torin’s boot. Kael’s shout cuts the air: “Down!” Silver darts hiss from hidden slits in the walls, glinting like vipers as they streak toward us. I shove Liora behind me, Atlas surging, claws extending as I slash at the barrage. Metal clangs off stone, darts embedding with sharp thunks. One grazes my arm, silver burning like acid through my veins, but Liora remains untouched—the darts veering away as if repelled by her very presence, her Silver Blessing a silent shield.

I had barely taken two bites of my sandwich when someone dropped their bag onto our table. “Morning, losers.” Jordan. She slid into the seat across from us like she belonged everywhere. Black bomber jacket, ripped jeans, chain around her neck. Her hair was cropped short and styled sharp, like she was auditioning for a magazine cover. Lily sat up straighter immediately. Too straight. “Morning,” I said around a mouthful of food. Jordan smirked at Lily. “You look tired.” “I—what? No, I don’t.” Lily’s cheeks turned red instantly.

Martins asked quietly after a while, breaking the silence. Lyon turned to him, his expression unreadable. “It’s where she’d want me to be,” he replied. “Wendy knows how to play her games.” That was the truth of it, Wendy was always a step ahead. Always two moves into the future while everyone else scrambled to catch up. Lyon had played into her hands before, but not this time. Not again. The drive stretched on, tense and silent, the hum of the car the only sound between them. Lyon’s phone buzzed again, but he didn’t check it. Instead, his hand curled around it, like holding it tightly would somehow steady the chaos inside him.

In shades of ruby, scarlet, and deep garnet, Lyon feels like a master of the arena, holding the attention of the wild, dark-eyed beast waiting for him. As for Adrian, from his erratic style of play on the ice to his shadowed, rural past, he was born to play the role of the relentless predator chasing Lyon down. When Lyon strides back into the living room, striking a poised, deliberate pose in the harness and silk, he relishes the way Adrian’s gaze practically incinerates him. Those light brown eyes, the sharp color of aged whiskey, widen in genuine shock. "May the heavens have mercy," Adrian whispers, his fingers raking through his thick, dark hair. "Well, well, Lyon. You can park your desig

Connor “Lyon! I swear…” “Now, now, dear boy. Don’t get ahead of yourself. If you kill me, my boys will take your lovely mate apart. Neither of us wants that. Calm down. Have some tea.” I swiped the glass jug and all the glasses off the ornate table with a roar that shook the house. The jug exploded on the slate tiles, spattering brown liquid over Lyon’s crème linen suit, but he didn’t bat an eye. While I stood fuming, hair sprouting all over my face, canines elongated, he leisurely took out a handkerchief and wiped at the stain spreading over his pants leg.

Jillian tried to be comforting. “I know.” Jordyn answered as she sniffed the air, smelling a musky sandalwood scent that had her heart racing more than before as they drove through the town of the eclipse pack. The smell got stronger as they neared the mansion that she vaguely remembered as home. Silver was going crazy, basically scratching at the inside of her head, begging for control. Jordyn barely waited for the car to stop before she got out, but the look on his face made her freeze up and take in his image one more time. His light blonde hair barely reached his eyebrows with waves that almost looked like he forced them, but she knew better his hair had always had that wavy almost messy