Lyon By Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

Mira's stomach dropped, and Jordan turned slowly, as the door stood open. And there, holding a glass of wine with red nails curling around the stem, was Lydia. Her eyes were sharp. She smiled with cold delight, as dead silence settled between all of them. “Oh,” she said sweetly, her voice cutting through the tension. “Do not let me interrupt something beautiful.” Mira’s heart sank. Jordan did not move, neither did he step away. Lydia’s smile widened. “Well well, well. What a little whore you've turned out to become.”

"The Lycan lineage... It’s not extinct. Kyrian was a descendant of the first Lunas. She’s... she’s neutralizing the silver." "Not on my watch," Silas snarled. He lunged forward, raising the heavy, wire-wrapped club, bringing it down toward my skull with a force meant to shatter bone. I couldn't move. My hands were locked onto the net, my energy entirely focused on tearing the silver away from Eldrick's burning skin. I closed my eyes, bracing for the impact. The blow never landed.

The two come to stand side by side in front of us. “Silver and gold. How beautiful,” she says, as if she’s in a trance. I, however, hear Aolis, Lily, and Buppig all suck in air. When I turn to look at them, Ailduin is smiling at Madelyn. The other three look to be in shock. “Buppig…” Lily says. “On it,” Buppig says, rushing back inside. Lucero isn’t exactly silver, she’s more white, but next to GoldMoon, there is a silvery tone to her coat.

“Our reason for being here is to warn you. We have been hunting a lykaon for the last several days, and we lost the trail in the mountains not too far from here.” Alpha Greyson looked surprised for a moment, and Logan tensed behind me, but I did not recognize the word. “If I may?” The quiet question slipped out before I could stop myself, and I caught the glare from Alpha Greyson. He was not happy that I had spoken. “Go ahead, Silver.” Logan prompted, wrapping an arm around my waist in a comforting manner. “What's your question, little miss?” Alex rumbled gently. I fought a nervous fidget and swallowed down the lump in my throat. “What is a lykaon?” I asked and gave a small shake of my head.

Your support means everything to me, dear lovers of My Lycan. — Dee_jonah

I was caught off guard by her action and froze for a moment. Shawn quickly pulled her up and yelled at me, "Stella, how can you be so cruel? You weren't even hurt, so just drop the charges!" I looked at Shawn's face and laughed bitterly. Then, I asked Seth, "Do you think the same?" Seth hesitated before responding, "Owen didn't mean it. Let it go."

As Lacy got up from the chair, the ropes binding her slipped off her. “So noble as always,” Lacy said, her face and voice turning harsh. “What?” Lily asked, taking a step back, not understanding what was going on. Lacy kicked something and a silver cord wrapped around Lily’s ankles. She cried out as fell to the floor and the silver burned her. “Lacy, what are you doing?” Lily pleaded through gritted teeth. Her best friend looked at her with scornful hate.

Then the sound of his steps getting further. Aikiz fell to her knees. As he reached the end of the lobby, Harvey turned to see her on the floor. The silver moonlight coming from the huge window covered her like rain. She was still wet, but she was not shaking, not anymore. She raised her head to the light and closed her eyes, bathing in the silver. Her wet ebony hair, her sun-kissed skin, her rosy lips; All bathed in the moonlight.

[An Official Medical Statement Regarding the Mental Health of Luna Clara of the Silver Moon Pack] "Following a diagnosis by a team of professional healers, my Luna, Clara, has been found to be suffering from a severe psychological condition known as 'Lunar Hysteria,' resulting from her trauma three years ago. The main symptoms include persecutory delusions, memory fabrication, and misattributing the achievements of others as her own. Clara is currently receiving professional treatment, and I hope everyone can show understanding and compassion for a patient's behavior. Regarding the dispute over the rune design, I can confirm it is Alpha Selene's original work. To prove this, I am now releasi

I wished to vanish before the Lycan could move closer. The Lycan, on the other hand, remained where he was. The presence of his devilish beauty turned the gory sight into an exhibition of his wicked ability. In his hands were two pastel boxes, and floating beside him was a long, slim, silver sword, dripping with a slice of Seraphina’s blood.