My Little Pony Lyra And Bon Bon Novels & Stories

He gestured vaguely—Council, secrets, sudden extra adults orbiting her life. “She’s three,” Lyra said. “Her world is crackers and crayons, and who shows up when she calls. The rest is background noise. For now.” He nodded, eyes on Luna. Lyra shifted her stance, misjudged the distance, and brushed her shoulder against his arm as she moved. Warmth jolted through both of them. For a heartbeat, they were close enough that if she turned her head, if he tilted his chin— The bond surged, bright and aching, offering up an image her rational brain didn’t ask for: teeth at a throat, mouth against mouth, pack scent, and storm.

I choked on my own saliva as his voice breathed coldly into my ears, that’s when I realized—he had closed the space between us. My heart hammered against my ribs. I tried not to look scared, but judging from the way his lips curled into a loathing smirk, I knew he had caught that whiff of fear. ‘He could kill you with one breath, Penny.’ My wolf whispered, as if she were afraid the Lycan King could hear her. I ignored her. How could I nudge her into silence when a bigger predator was already hanging my neck on a stake? I forced a slow breath, searching for the words—and when they finally came to me, my eyes gleamed. I parted my lips and spoke.

one of them said, voice syrupy-sweet with too much liquor and even more desperation. "You think he's really that big?" the other girl giggled, twirling her straw in her cocktail. "He's a Lycan, right? I mean, stamina for days." My stomach twisted. I wiped the counter clean with more aggression than necessary and bit the inside of my cheek, hard, until the taste of blood filled my mouth. I hated that their words could worm their way under my skin, find the softest, weakest part of me, and prod until I bled from the inside.

"His hair?" "Trust me," Lyra nodded sagely. "I tried it on the Statue last night. Turns them into puppies. Well... big, hungry puppies." Eltonia burst out laughing, shoving Lyra’s shoulder. "You are terrible! I don't want to know about you and Kael!" "You asked!" "I did not!" They dissolved into giggles, two best friends standing in a room of gold and velvet, laughing away the trauma of the last month. For a moment, they weren't the Luna and the Beta Female. They were just the laundry maid and the cook, sharing a secret in the dark.

They were giggling until they got there. "This one is tough. Make sure to train her to be a beta, Luna. She always gave us a hard time here" Scott said as he drank his cup. Caesar giggled and then I heard him say, "If not for you, we would have killed her long ago. It's just because of our deal. Anyway, we wish you a happy life with her." He turned to look at me and then said, "Good riddance to bad rubbish" Jacob smiled as I looked at him standing while I was on my knees. He looked like he had just bought a new puppy and the former owners had told him how difficult it was to train it, so he had taken it upon himself to train that puppy.

“We train with trust.” Lyra nodded slowly. “I see that.” At the river, pups splashed in the shallows, shrieking with laughter. One of them ran up to Lyra, dripping wet. “Are you Kaelan’s mate?” Lyra smiled. “I am.” The pup shrugged. “You smell like him.” Lyra’s face burned. “We’re… bonded.” “Oh,” the pup said, as if that explained everything. “Do you want to play?” Lyra blinked. “Play?”

Lyra reached my side, and I took her hand, raising it slightly as the applause began to subside. “Tonight,” I said, addressing the crowd once more, “we celebrate not only Lyra’s return but also the future of our pack. The goddess has blessed us with a gift, a sign of hope and prosperity.” I turned to Lyra, who gave me a small nod before stepping back toward the entrance. A moment later, she returned, cradling our son, Leo, in her arms. The sight of them together was enough to silence the crowd, the air thick with awe and reverence.

I mumbled as my full attention was on her, it feels like she's in a state of contemplation. "Guys, I need to go" Lyra stood up, grabbing her purse and walking towards the exit. "Bye" she said before exiting the house. "What's wrong?" I asked Rony as soon as Lyra left. She got startled and snap to me. "Oh......" She chuckles. "It's nothing" she lies. I raised a brow up. Rony and I have been best friends since highschool, we practically know when each other are in period.

Lyra smiled faintly and walked past them, her gaze drifting over the horizon. She found herself in a quiet part of the camp, near the stables, where the puppy lay in the grass. It had grown since she first found it, and the bond between them was undeniable. The creature had become more than just an animal to her—it was a part of her, her fated mate, and with that came a responsibility she didn’t fully understand yet. The puppy had been with her through the darkest moments, and in some ways, it had been the only constant in her life.