Lyon By Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

“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.

If not for the sharp, calculating glint in his eyes, I would’ve thought he wanted me to win this time. Just when I thought I’d reached him, ready to land an attack, he moved aside, and I missed. Before I could turn around, he lunged toward me. His speed was a blur, and I barely had time to react — sidestepping clumsily as his jaw snapped at the space where I had been. Don’t hesitate, Jonah barked, circling around me. What have I taught you? Anticipate my moves! I growled softly, frustration beginning to build. I was trying, but Silver had only recently returned and was still regaining her strength and agility.

“Because the fire they fear… it’s the same fire that can burn them to ash. Let me fight beside you, and you’ll see it.” Lyra’s amber eyes narrowed. For a heartbeat, silence weighed heavy—then she barked a short, sharp laugh. “Bold. Foolish, perhaps. But bold.” Her pack stirred restlessly, growling low. Lyra silenced them with a flick of her clawed hand. “Very well, fire-born. You and your moon-eyed companion will walk with us. But understand this—” Her voice dropped to a dangerous purr. “If your flames touch my kin, I will tear out your heart before your fire can burn me.”

A deep, slurry voice says I dip into what I hope is a graceful vow, “Apologies, young lord. Lyra came on with a cold this morning, so I— Before I could even finish, someone’s face is in front of mine. I have to resist the instinct to pull away once again. A mess of golden curls, and eyes narrowed in concentration— silver eyes. This guy is younger than what I’d expected, maybe my age, or a year older at most with a face that’s leaning more towards pretty than handsome, contrary to what I’d seen in most Lycans. “You have strange eyes.” Orion Dolmen says, slurring the words

He let out a loud, echoing groan, head falling back as he spilled inside me, his whole body shuddering through the release. He collapsed on top of me, gasping, his heart pounding against my chest. "Luna... I..." he started to whisper. The door didn't open. It exploded. Wood splintered into a thousand shards as the frame was torn clean out of the stone. I didn't even have time to scream. A shadow, massive and terrible, blotted out the moonlight pouring through the window. Ronan. His Lycan form was half-shifted, towering over the bed, his fur gleaming with a dark, oily sheen. His eyes weren't gold anymore. They were red. The color of fresh slaughter.

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?

Leo pointed toward the horizon, toward the Western sea. A massive, silver-skinned woman was rising from the water. She was miles tall, her hair the clouds, her eyes the twin moons of the Eleventh Cycle. She wasn't a machine, and she wasn't a goddess. She was the Final Luna, and she was carrying a scythe made of frozen time. "She’s coming to harvest the harvest," Leo whispered. And then, Leo’s silver eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed. From the silver-oil on the ground, a familiar figure emerged. Jackson. But he wasn't the Vizier or the Huntsman. He was a boy again—the boy from the square, but his eyes were filled with the same silver-oil as the Foundry.

“Selene ruled by removing it. We restore it—and make her methods look archaic.” Draven snorted softly. “She won’t tolerate being made irrelevant.” “No,” Liora agreed. “She’ll escalate.” The bond pulsed again. Stronger this time. Silver stirred in his cradle nearby, eyes fluttering open. For just a moment—just a breath—his gaze shimmered silver-white before fading back to soft grey. All three of them froze. Liora moved first, lifting him gently, cradling his head against her shoulder. “It’s all right,” she whispered, though her heart raced. “I’ve got you.”

“Even if this is some plot and not a coincidence, they are loyal to me and me alone.” I nodded in agreement. Jordan was right, her guard was extremely loyal to her and they would relocate in secret with just a word from her. With the existing warriors from my pack and her guard, we would be well protected. We could remain hidden under the guise of being an extension of the Silver Moon pack as far as anyone in the royal court was concerned. It would help conceal us further as we tried to find out just what had been happening. We could deal with Jordan being the sole remaining heir to the lycan throne once this mystery was solved.

Kael, meanwhile, remained beside Silver. His presence was protective in a much more obvious way. Anyone watching could see it. Finally, Orion stepped in front of Silver. For a moment, the two brothers—Orion and Kyrian—studied one another. Two leaders measuring each other. Then Orion nodded once. “Protect her.” Kyrian’s answer was immediate. “With my life.” Lyra stepped forward next and wrapped Silver in a tight embrace. “Don’t forget where you came from,” she whispered. Silver’s throat tightened.