Ethan X Lyra Novels & Stories

"My name is Ethan. We're getting you out. Can you stand?" He stood immediately. "Yes," he said. His voice sounded like someone who had been told yes was not an available answer for a long time and had just remembered it was. Jade was harder. She was in the corner of her room, sitting on the floor with her back to the wall, and when I pushed the door open she pulled her knees up and looked at me with eyes that had been hurt in a way that had become defensive. "I don't know you," she said. "No. My name is Ethan." I crouched down. Not moving closer, just getting level. "I'm a Lure. I know what they've done here. I'm not doing that."

Elena's POV Five years had passed since the divorce. Five years since Adrian Black signed my life away like I was a bad investment he needed to cut loose. And somehow, I was still thriving. I was Dr. Lyra Royce now… or at least that’s what the world knew me as. My real name was no longer relevant. I had created a new identity, I didn't want to be reminded about my past life and well, discretion was good for my job. The most feared corporate strategist in the country.

My two entities were colliding with each other as I took each step. "You can't harm her!" The voice spoke again within my soul. "No, don't listen to him, listen to me! I'm your wolf! You agreed to let me free!" "No, Ethan! You can never be a human if you hurt her tonight! Come back to your senses! You must fight!" "Ethan! We can conquer the world if you listen to me, I can show you the way! Kill your prey! She's none but your prey!" "Ethan! No!"

"Look at her. Probably cried when he tried to make her swallow." "I didn't…we didn't… " Lydia stammered, each word dying in her throat as Alexandra moved closer. "You think I can't smell him on you?" Alexandra hissed, suddenly inches from Lydia's face. "You think I don't know every fucking inch of what belongs to me?" Her nails traced a line-up Lydia's bare thigh, leaving goosebumps. "Let me educate you on what Ethan likes, little mouse. He doesn’t do vanilla. Ethan likes to fucking break his women, and you're still in one pathetic piece."

“Yeah, that’s what I said to the women who kindly informed me of his nickname. But you can rest assured; he’s not a serial killer.” “Says every serial killer ever.” I muttered under my breath but clearly Ethan heard me because he was once again in a fit of laughter. “You’re funny, Lydia. I think we’ll work well together.” “Work well on what exactly?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear in all his bad tempered glory. “Morning, Lyric.” I greeted him sourly. “You’re in a cheerful mood.” “Morning…honey.” Lyric said with an evil smirk and swung his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his chest while Ethan seemed to be chocking on thin air. “Hey Ethan.”

Lyra’s head snapped to Ethan's shocked and confused face. When their eyes met, she immediately realized herself and pushed away from Tyson. “Mr. Ethan…” Ethan just cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uhm, sorry. Excuse me,” he mumbled before disappearing. Lyra’s lips parted with mortification. How on earth did things keep getting worse? Then she glared at Tyson. “I hope you're happy now?” He didn't even have the decency to look guilty or sorry. His back was still against the wall, hands casually adjusting his rumpled white shirt that she'd squeezed. And that infuriated her even more.

I could tell the crowd was excited and gasps resounded around when the Lycan transformed and leapt at her, jaws open wide, ready to sink his teeth into her flesh. She must have bruised his ego. At the last second, Lycia sent a burst of energy shot from her palms, sending the Lycan flying back into a lamppost. He landed on his side, shaking his head, trying to regain his bearings from the red hue of light that had forced him to back away. ‘Stop her, please. People are recording.’ Well I did need to protect her identity. ‘Use that magic scroll to ruin all the footage just taken. I can also see her friend in the crowd. She is the one in the front with black hair and blue eyes; you take her and

His threat was a hollow shell. "Lyra, have you completely lost your mind?" Ethan cried out, genuine shock now overriding his anger. "You studied for years! You wanted to be a healer, to serve this pack! The University of Lunar Arts accepted you! You were going to make something of yourself!" I just shook my head. They would never understand. Their world was one of surfaces, status, and conditional affection. Mine was now one of stark necessity and a love that ran deeper than blood—the blood we supposedly shared.

"I've got something urgent today. I'll teach you next time, okay?" But Liam refused to let go, stubbornly clutching his coat. Frustrated, Ethan looked toward Mira. She just shrugged, feigning helplessness. He thought for a moment and decided to call me first. But when he pulled out his phone, he saw that it had been turned off at some point. His expression turned cold in an instant. No one dared touch his phone—unless that person was Mira. He glanced at her, and she avoided his gaze. At that moment, Ethan understood everything. He shook off Liam's hand and stormed out.