Link Lynel 소설 & 이야기

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

Eden was standing in the midst of a bustling crowd Kylian had promised today was the day after addressing the people about the rogues attack he then said, "In line with that I have news and I'm going to be appointing a new Luna my mate Eden" Eden's heart leapt with joy at Kylian's words. She had been hoping for this moment for months and now it had finally come. But as she looked around the clearing, she realized that not everyone was as happy about the news as she was.

He said wolves as if he were discussing a particularly unpleasant bit of dirt on his shoe. Lily held up her hands. “If it helps, I have no idea where I am.” “Lies,” hissed Lynar. He stood abruptly, orange eyes flashing. Petreen stood, too. He rolled his eyes. “Fine. She’s lying.” He stared at Lily, as if trying to convey something to her. They were strange, his eyes, unable to settle on one colour. Lily stared back, forehead crinkling. Run, little idiot, she heard in her head. Unless you wish to be captured again?

Lynda held Nelvan's hand, lowering the man's hand from her face. "Mr. Xander, do you want something? Do you want to eat the snacks I made?" Lynda asked because Nelvan's behavior suddenly felt strange. "Be quiet, I want you to stay in this position," Nelvan replied, his hand touching Lynda's face, rubbing the damp surface of Lynda's lips with his thumb. Nelvan pulled gently, now his lips were next to Lynda's neck, inhaling Lynda’s eyes fluttered shut as her heart pounded like a drum. Nelvan’s lips traced the delicate curve of her jawline, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his warmth against her skin.

Hartwell left with a promise of expanded partnership talks in the coming weeks. As the room cleared, Ryan turned to Lyn. “Go to the hospital. Check on her. Tell her the numbers. Tell her she was right.” Lyn hesitated. “I’ll try. But Nikolai… he’s been hovering like a guard dog.” Ryan’s jaw tightened. “Just try.”

Yadale questioned her as he took a step towards her while Lynn moved back. "Hey, hey. I come in peace. I am from Moon goddess temple." She explained who smiled. "Don't worry. I don't do killing." "I know." Lynn admitted. She was stalking him from nearly an year. Why? Well...it was a secret. At the same time, a blue colour lightning appeared between the trees and moved towards Lynn. Lynn blinked as it took a form of a wolf who stared at her. The wolf growled looking at his human. "It's her. I told you I see someone before shifted."

I looked at Adam with fear and told him to run, but he just smiled and mouthed, "I am not that weak, Cyllina." Just a couple of feet before Draco could reach Adam, Largo's voice boomed in our mind-link. "I found the portal!! Bring Lilly and get here as soon as you can!!"

The burn of the stretch had just eased off as Yael found what he was looking for and Lynan's body jolted like he had been electrocuted. Oh, he had heard of that spot before but never managed to hit it when he tried once on his own before. Breathless and flying high on the pleasure, Lynan slowly pushed back, fucking himself on those thick, long fingers. Finding something to hold on to and ground him, he moved back his hands and stayed with his arms wrapped around Yael's neck, their faces bare millimeters apart. Pushing himself closer to the heat of the other man, he fought down a hysterical giggle.

Maximus clears his throat, his sharp glare warning her to stop staring. Her name is Lynnel. She is gorgeous, dressed in all black, with cold green eyes that look like they’ve seen so much—eyes that can tell danger from good a mile away. Even though I doubt her intentions, something about her presence makes it easier to breathe. “I never imagine the young girl could be this powerful,” she whispers, her gaze locked on mine, still in awe. “I feel it. I feel her power from miles away. And she is…” Lynnel pauses, inhaling deeply as if breathing me in. “She is beautifully… destructive.”

⸻ Near the back, half-swallowed by shadow among the visiting diplomats, an old man went rigid. His goblet slipped from his fingers and shattered against the marble. He didn’t seem to hear it. His guards turned toward him, alarmed, hands twitching toward their blades, but he was already sinking to one knee, his face the color of old parchment, his lips shaping words before sound came. “No,” he breathed. “…she bears the Star of Lunareth.” Nobody else heard him. The hall was too busy congratulating Selene, too busy watching Lucien finish what he’d started, too busy pretending they didn’t see the blood on my mouth.