Nilou X Cyno Novels & Stories

"You confuse her actions with your own fear. You speak of betrayal like a shield, but look at you, Thade. You are a man clutching a jagged stone, convinced it is a talisman." I reached for a glass of water. I couldn't look at Ronin. I didn't want him to see the truth in my eyes: that the betrayal didn't hurt half as much as the fact that I still wanted her. Cynan can hear truth from lies with as much clarity as Lana can see magic. ‘It is, for now,’ I take a breath, ‘she’s not one of us,’ I nod to Ronin and Delia, ‘as you said, Nix is not one of the Otherworld Houses in Illure. She doesn’t have the bloodline to be my mate.’

“Because she wants us dead and touching her is assuring her, we don’t hate her” Shane hates a lot of people and River is not one of them. “And we hate her so much that Neo is going to kill X for her”, I finish sarcastically. The animalistic groans coming from the ring in front of us signals the start of the agni-kai. Xandar’s wolf comes to play. Smaller than an Alpha’s should be, grey like the dulling headache he is, with a white fur scar running across his left eye and with mismatched eyes, he’s what I’d like to call all bark and no bite.

She was overly excited about mating with the man and was giving me several naughty images in my brain giving me crimson cheeks. Refreshing the website Conri typed the name of his Noatak River Pack into the search bar and clicked on it to see that my name had been added but only my first name. Furrowing his brow he clicked on my name and I saw a red dot. “Why is there a dot on my profile,” I asked panicked and Conri growled as he selected it. My eyes raced across the text written. “Must determine the pedigree of the young female. Now is a Lycan and mates with the Lycan king Conri Rex. Council representatives will conduct a DNA test during the meeting.”

He was definitely a party pup well-trained in the art of seduction. Nyla turned to Ronin, her eyes silently asking for permission. Ronin resisted the urge to face-palm himself. He sighed in resignation, “Go, dammit. Don’t break him, or Sybl will have your head.” He settled back on the throw pillows, watching Nyla disappear into a farther tent with the omega. “Don’t even think about it,” Xander said tersely to the other two female party pups that had started to inch closer to him. “I almost forgot that Makria Nychta’s like a little den of sin.”

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

I say as I race to catch up to Brooke. “Bye, Mom! We’ll be back soon!” Cyrene says. “Don’t go too far, Iniko. You’re getting close to your first shift,” she calls out. “We’re just going to the mountain,” I call back. “Go, Kiko, go!” Cyrene says, encouraging me to catch up to Brooke. I love that Cyrene is nine years old and still calls me Kiko. She’s the only one who does. It’s just like she still calls Cal Calgon. No one cares to correct her because she’s Cyrene.

And survived. “Your dragon, little fox,” he rumbled as he stared down at me. “My name is Cyan.” Epic response. We wouldn’t even go into how ridiculously breathy my voice was. “As you wish, my princess,” he murmured, that infuriating smirk ticking his lips upward seconds before they crashed down on mine.

Not while my brothers still breathed. A small squeak interrupted my thoughts. The Nyri, from earlier scurried out from under her blanket, his silver fur bristling with irritation. He climbed onto her hair, glaring at me fiercely with narrowed golden eyes. “Big tree man,” he hissed in his tiny growling voice. “Why are you touching her?” I chuckled softly despite the tears burning in my eyes. “I’m helping her heal...um,” "Nylo. My name is Nylo," He snapped.