Pyra X Rex Novels & Stories

Everyone turned toward the center of the chamber. “What is it?” Lyra asked. Eira’s voice remained calm. “When Isabella experiences fear…” I froze. “…Rex instinctively moves closer.” Nobody interrupted. “When Rex experiences uncertainty…” Eira continued. “…he searches for Isabella before assessing his surroundings.” I slowly turned toward Rex. He looked just as surprised as I felt. Eira wasn’t finished. “Neither behavior is conscious.” “It has become instinct.” The room became very quiet. Cassian smiled knowingly.

When Rex is exhausted, the only way to wake him up is to pump. Then he hissed, making me smile, coating his cock with my saliva. "Shit," he breathed, and as soon as I let go, Rex's eyes were open and on me. "Baby?" I crawl up to him and kiss his lips, giving him a taste of his cock. Our tongues swirled around while my hand was still pumping. "Can't we?" I gave him an adorable pout as I straddled his waist. "I mean, everyone is out there and-" he starts to say as I pull off my top, letting my breasts out in the open. He let out a growl, gazing at these babies with his hungry eyes of lust.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

“I think I’m going to pass out.” “You’re hyperventilating. Breathe more slowly.” “I can’t help it.” She needed to keep talking about something to keep her mind off things. She patted Dramamine on the chest. “Hey, what’s your name?” “Pyre.” She lifted an eyebrow at him. “No shit?” “Well, that’s my stage name.” Lame. “It’s short for Vampyre,” he added. Wow. Okaaaay. “I’m Reagan. It’s short for Reagan. I’m not into vamps. What are you going to play, Pyre?”

It was almost like they were multiple scents blended into one. “You still haven’t told me.” Reyona pulled her mind away from silly thoughts when she realised that she had totally missed what he was saying to her. She blinked at his amused face and quickly remembered what he had said before. “You can just call me Dexter,” she said quickly. "Dexter,” he said, as if he were rolling the name over his tongue. “I like it,” he said with a thoughtful nod to himself. “Glad you do,” Reyona said sarcastically.

one breathed, voice reverent. “Good,” another replied. “That saves us the trouble.” Nyxara lunged. She fought not as a woman, not as anything resembling a human, but as a creature of legacy: all bone and claw and fury honed by generations of survival and loss. She snapped one collector’s neck and felt the resistance, saw the bones twist and knit themselves back together, wrong and unnatural. She shattered another’s arm, watched the flesh reform, as if time itself bent to their will.

“No, it’s not possible, Xerra. I’m sorry. The person must be two days dead at most. And you know that we cannot use the Creyer anymore. The price is just too high!” My tears rolled down my cheeks freely. “Xerra?” Ponpon’s voice was that of concerned. I looked down at him, to meet his red eyes. “J-just rest, Ponpon. Don’t mind me. You’re tired.” “Okay,” he said quietly and closed his red eyes once more.

“Please, Mother. I can’t explain right now.” Alpha Xavier, Pyra’s father, stepped forward. “You’re hiding something from us, daughter. Tell us.” Pyra shook her head. Alpha Xavier turned to Thane with a raised brow. “Tell me what I need to know, Beta. I command it.” “Don’t you dare!” Pyra glared at Thane. Thane swallowed, his gaze darting nervously between Alpha Xavier and Pyra. He shifted on his feet, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he struggled with the command. Who was he to listen to? His Alpha or his Alpha. It just confuses him.

The annual Crest Pack Harvest Festival had been in full swing, the scent of roasted meats and wood smoke filling the air as wolves from neighboring packs confluence at Crest pack in celebration. Lyra had been wandering through the crowd, her heart light as feather, her family close by, when she first caught his scent—a mix of pine and leather, a smell that seemed to wrap around her senses like ribbons on a box, filling in the right places. Mason had towered over everyone at the festival, his presence commanding attention without slimmest of effort. Tall, lean, but muscular, with sharp green eyes that had immediately locked onto hers. Everything ladies dream and now Lyra's soon to be reality.