Novel & Cerita Lyon By Jordan Silver

In that micro-expression, Lyra saw it—she had struck a nerve he had guarded for millennia. ​“You don't know,” she realized, a grim satisfaction cutting through her terror. ​The creature's eyes narrowed to slits. “You're guessing.” ​“No.” Lyra pressed her palm harder against her mark. “You're afraid.” ​The ancient entity roared again, a shockwave that knocked Lyra off her feet. Cael caught her before she slammed into the stone. ​At that exact moment, Elyon seized the First Nail embedded near his own ribs and ripped it free from his flesh. A blinding, bloodless flare of silver light erupted from the wound.

"The Wolf Queen wants another child." Kael said it while unfastening my nightdress. "You bear easily. Carry one more for her." Ten months later, I gave birth to a silver-eyed daughter. The midwife cut the cord, wrapped her in black cloth steeped in scent-severing herb, and carried her from the room before I could look twice. She was the second. Everyone at court knew that Seraphine had destroyed her moon-vein saving Kael and could never bear an heir. Otherwise, no daughter of Silvercrest would have been welcomed into the Wolf Keep. To Kael, I was never a partner. I was the Moon-Bound woman chosen to give the Wolf Queen children and the royal line its blood. No one asked whether I consented w

The sight of Max's transformation was both beautiful and terrifying, and she couldn't take her eyes off of him. As she sat there watching in stunned silence, unable to stand, scream or run. Max turned his fierce gaze towards the Lycan. The two beasts circled each other, growling and snarling, without Max stepping far from Lily. Each of them was waiting for the other to make a move. Lily watched, transfixed, as Max's muscles rippled under his fur and his sharp teeth glinted in the moonlight. It felt like a nightmare, it couldn’t be real, could it?

Silence fills the throne room for a good five seconds before a ripple of shock spreads throughout. My siblings exchange glances before snickering with each other. I can see the others widen their eyes in mild surprise before their mask of indifference returns. "You?" Leonel drawls, sitting forward with interest. "Our little ghost of a sister finally grew a spine since she suddenly wants a slave? The little goody-two-shoes who thinks Lycans are equal with the Weres? How...unexpected." Another sibling scoffs. "What could she possibly do with one?" "Maybe she finally realized she needs someone to talk to," another quips, chuckling nastily. "Too bad Lycans are too stupid and don't make for good

Lyon smirked as he raised his blade and pointed it at Conrad's head. "You'll be sorry for bothering me with your obnoxious arrows." Lyon delivered a scathing remark. Conrad appeared tall and composed. "Well, I do regret it a little bit. But it's also too late to back out now." “What?” Lyon swiftly turned to look where Conrad's gaze was directed. Someone else was inside the wall he'd constructed. [Spirit Bomb] Luke began to chant. “Keuuk!” Lyon groaned in agony as he smacked into his wall, smashing it and sending him flying.

“You enjoyed that.” Azrion crouched in front of him, their faces level. The crowd faded. The war faded. There was only them. “Lyon,” Azrion called out to his brother again. “What happens if I drive a silver stake in a vampire’s heart?” “His vampiric essence will destroy,” Lyon answered, almost gulping in fear that his brother might do something crazy. Like driving a silver stake in the vampire king’s heart. That would be a call for open war.

I transformed mid-run, allowing Silver to take charge. The sun was up high, the leaves casting delicate patterns on the forest floor. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the woods smelled like fresh pine, giving me a healthy vibe of heaven on Earth. Silver jumped from space to space, enjoying the cool feel of the woods. From the periphery of our eyes, she caught sight of a large idling stone. She ran to the top of the stone and, without warning, released a loud howl that erupted from her throat without reserve.

“Crash!” The wine glasses crashed one after another onto the floor. The sharp crack of glass rang out through the hall. My heart leaped into my throat. The first instinct burned into me from Silver Prison was to apologize. “I’m so sorry…” I bowed deeply, nearly folding myself in half. Every eye in the room swung toward me, unhidden surprise on their faces. Daniel’s expression darkened in an instant. Only then did I realize how badly I’d slipped. A Luna wasn’t supposed to look this small.

Lynx trails back to Leis last words. "The light of the first moon will lead you to it. The chorus of the song that will wake her up in a dream. Fragments of fragments will show. Her powers can destroy or restore. Wicked is the heart that love and weaker is the love that steals. Who owns the priestess that no one can steal?" "Aeriol!" Lynx called out "We need to seal the flower" he said and jumps out from the window followed by Nathaniel and Aeriol. As dark disfigured shadows starts to crawl their way up on the fence.

Gabriel asked. "Don't you know anyone that own a zoo, if you don't then we waltz in there and steal their owl" Minx said casually. "Actually I know someone and he owes me a favor," Oliver said and he left the room to get the owls. "I'll need silver chains, pure silver, and a silver sword too," Jordan said referring directly to Gabriel. "What do you need a sword for?" Gabriel asked concerned. "To kill any demon that attempts to walk through the portal," Jordan said firmly.