Lyon By Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

When I hid from Xander, I often ended my nights here before going to bed. Lynn’s eyes sparkled, and she watched the bugs fly close to the ground and tickle her face. “Thanks for this. I think I needed it.” “Any time.” It wasn’t much, but I was glad it cheered her up. A noise in the woods made all the fireflies land on flowers or tall grass. I twisted my head to see who was coming when I noticed a big Lycan staring our way. I felt Lynn stiffen but relax when she saw its presence didn’t bother me. As the beast came closer, I distinguished Jordan's thick reddish coat and black amber eyes. He was probably patrolling the sector and saw us.

Orion shouts, but I am too busy to look around at my mate. When I reach Jordan’s clothes, I feel around until something sharp grazes my skin. It burns my skin, and I quickly pull away. Throwing all the clothes to the side, I find a small silver knife lying beneath the clothes. "Stop!" I yell, but Jordan moves his head towards Orion’s neck. He opens his mouth, and it’s like time is moving in slow motion. Jordan’s teeth reach Orion’s neck while I rush towards them with the knife in my hand.

It was like his heart refused to feel her pain. Silver tried telling him he should not use it too much as when he will run out of it, he would go crazy but Aramis didn’t listen to her. Layla, on the other hand, was extremely happy with how things were moving. “Best of luck,” Zion whished Silver, who blushed when watching him pass her a quick glance from head to toe. She had worn a black color for him that day. Things have been moving fast and well between the two as well.

" Her voice was broken and her heart was flooded with sadness. "For power." Gritting his teeth he said while withdrawing the sword. Though the sword can't kill her, it can make her weak. And it was their plan. Jordan rushed to her and held her before she collapsed on the floor. "I'll kill you whoever you are." Jordan roared in rage. And Lionel scoffed at him. "Don't overestimate yourself. Have you noticed what I'm holding?" Lionel held out the Dragon Sword with a wicked smile. "If it gets through your body it won't take much time to kill you." Saying that he laughed maliciously.

or like Jace. “That’s not a good thing.” Jordan continues to panic, but I told him not to. This was a situation that would be handled, and it was beyond his control. The only person he had to worry about was his mother, not me. ... “I don’t care how you fucking do it; get it down. I do not want to see any of those pictures surface. I want you to kill that story.” I heard Lyon snarl at whoever he spoke to on the phone as I pushed open the study door and stepped inside.

I shrugged, sniffling back tears. “Well, whatever he is, Nyra, he still had the nerve to kidnap our father,” Rylan said, betrayal sternly echoing in his voice. “Rylan, please… Lyon probably reacted this way because I bit him,” I pleaded, joining my hands together. “I just need to speak to him and get him to calm down— or even find out why this connection between him and Odette exists in the first place.” “No,” Sylver finally spoke, his eyes burning with rage and pain. “Lyon still has to die.”

Exotic jewels flaunted their splendor through the glass windows of the various stores. “We can skip this section.” I said with a frown, already feeling a headache coming on. I wasn’t too fond of jewelry. When I wore them, they tugged my body like the excessive weight they were. “No, we can’t. As the Luna of the Lycan Heir, you need jewels that’ll match your status.” The Lycan disagreed with conviction. Placing his hand on the middle of my back, he ushered me into the first store before I could object.

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.