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.

“They call me Pyra. One of Veyrus’s first vessels.” Racheal raised her blade. But Pyra only laughed. “You brought Ashweaver into the nest. How poetic. And foolish.” “You wanted me here.” “We did.” Pyra circled her like smoke, fingers dancing with tiny flames. “We needed to see it for ourselves. The blade. The flame. The girl.” Racheal growled, “I’m not a girl.” “No,” Pyra said, eyes gleaming. “You’re a question. One Veyrus is finally ready to answer.”

"Nope." "But how did you know that boy was Rex?" My face heats up, and I look away to calm myself. If Ares knew that, I know that when Rex and I get intimate, I see a mole on his buttocks, and he will hide from me. I knew Rex was the boy because of the mole. When he saved me, he and I spent time together. While changing out of his suit, I went to look for him and sneaked into the changing room, where I spotted him putting on his swimming trunks and accidentally saw his mole.

"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.

“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.

Rex ran close to Pythia and she looked over at us before she grabbed a hold of our side and started scrambling her way to our back. Once she was settled I could feel her hanging on and as soon as we rounded the corner we were hit by a beast. Pythia was thrown off which entirely angered Rex. He went into a frenzy and didn't give the beast a chance to get up before he pounced on him, Rex sunk his teeth in anything he could. I saw Pythia get to her feet and looked directly at us. "Rex!" She screamed. "NO! Go! Get to the back!" Rex roared. She jumped and ran for the trap that was waiting with Delilah and Jasper at her side. I felt a sudden heat pass by and I noticed that Jenson had stayed and wa

“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.