Novels by Ayra Writes

Aria.The light inside Damon was blinding. It spilled out of him in cracks across his skin, glowing so bright I had to raise a hand to shield my eyes. His chest heaved with every breath, ragged and heavy, like his body could not contain what was inside him.For a heartbeat he looked straight at me. His silver eyes burned with something wild, something raw. My lips parted, ready to call his name, ready to beg him to hold on.Then his face twisted.A scream ripped out of his throat, but it was not human anymore. It was deeper, layered, carrying a weight that made the ground tremble. His body jerked like a puppet pulled too hard by strings. And then he lunged.“Aria, move!” Jace roared.I barely had time to stumble back before Damon’s fist slammed into the ground where I had been standing. Stone exploded into shards. The force knocked me onto my back, dust choking my lungs.“Damon!” I coughed, scrambling to my knees. “It is me. Please, fight it.”But he did not hear me. Or maybe he did a

Aria.The fire left my hands before I could pull it back. It burned hot and alive, brighter than sunlight. It flew straight at Jace, and for one terrible heartbeat I thought I had killed him.But then a body moved into its path.“No!” I screamed.Damon stepped forward. His shoulders squared, his arms spreading wide as if he could catch fire with his own skin. The blast hit him full in the chest.The sound was deafening. His body jerked back, his head thrown to the side. The air smelled sharp, like iron and lightning. He collapsed onto his knees, smoke curling up from his clothes.“Damon!” My voice broke. I fell forward, crawling toward him, my hands shaking.Jace grabbed my wrist. His claws were out, but his grip was steady. “Aria, stop. You will burn him more if you touch him.”“I did not mean it,” I whispered, tears blinding me. “I did not mean to hurt him.”The reflection’s voice purred inside my chest, smooth and cruel. But you did. You always do.I clenched my jaw. “Shut up.”Jac

Aria.The glass world cracked beneath my feet. Shards split out in spiderweb lines, silver light spilling through the gaps. My chest heaved as I stumbled back, but the other me didn’t move. She stood tall, calm, her eyes burning silver, her smile sharp.“You cannot hide anymore,” she said. Her voice was steady, confident. Mine was shaking.I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. “I will not let you take me.”She tilted her head, studying me. “You already let me in. Every time you used the fire, I grew stronger. Every time you doubted yourself, I became louder. You do not even know when you started listening.”“I am not listening,” I snapped. My voice cracked.She laughed softly, cruel and knowing. “Then why do I sound like you?”My breath caught. For a moment, her face blurred, and I saw myself as I was: broken, burned, trembling. Then her silver glow returned, stronger than ever.The ground shook, and the shadows around us shifted. The hallway behind her stretched on foreve

Aria.The new thing that crawled out of the crack was not like the beast before. This one walked slow. Its skin shimmered like smoke and metal, stretched too tight over its frame. Its eyes were pure silver, sharp and endless. When it smiled, I saw teeth that did not belong to anything from this world.The air went colder the closer it came. My breath turned heavy, like frost.Jace was the first to move. His body was still broken and bleeding, but he roared like the wolf inside him had nothing left to lose. He threw himself forward, claws out, his body crashing into the thing before it could reach me.The sound was sickening. Jace’s claws scraped across its chest, sparks flying, but the thing did not bleed. It only tilted its head, as if curious. Then it swatted him aside with one hand.He hit the ground hard, blood spattering the stones. My chest seized. “Jace!”He pushed himself up again, coughing blood but still standing. His chest runes glowed like fire under his skin. His voice wa

Aria. The others hovered like frightened birds. The creature turned its fierce head. It roared to the sky in a sound that made the stones vibrate. Pieces of the ruined circle blew out and scattered like dust and old promises. “Move,” Magnus said quietly. His eyes were sharp as knives. “This is a new phase. Your child will either take complete control, or everything collapses. We will see if she is a goddess or a ruin.” “You are evil,” I said. My voice sounded small and rough. He shrugged like a man who is asked about weather. “That is a choice, too.” I wanted to run to Damon. I wanted to sit on the floor and hold him and apologize and say sorry a thousand times until the words were worn smooth with meaning. But my legs felt like they belonged to someone else. Jace was already there. He had Damon in his arms and he was looking at me like he wanted to split open both of us and save us. Damon’s chest rose and fell. He was breathing, shallow and fast and shallow. The runes on his ski

Aria.The world narrowed to light and sound. The creature was on me, all teeth and shadow and hot silver light. My hands were a furnace. My lungs felt hollow. Every part of me wanted to release everything and end the thing that moved like fear itself.Jace was down. He had been thrown across the stones. He groaned and pushed himself up like he was made of something that refused to break. The runes across his chest pulsed like a second heart.“Aria,” he rasped, eyes burning with that raw look I knew too well. “Hit it. Hit it now.”I could hear Magnus behind me. His voice was soft and sure as a blade. “Do it. Finish the thing. Prove you are what I claimed.”Inside my head the reflection snarled with a hundred teeth. Do it. Do it now. Take what is yours.My chest split with a sound like an animal. I screamed and let the fire fly.It tore forward brighter than before. It hit the creature full in the chest. There was a sound like glass breaking inside a mountain. Stone shattered. The air w

Lila. I woke up with a pounding headache that made my skull feel like it was being split from the inside. My neck burned sharply where the collar had dug into my skin. I tried to move, even just to shift my weight, but my body wouldn’t obey. My arms were heavy, my wrists raw, and every slight move sent stabbing pain coursing up my shoulders. I remembered Wylan's words. “Don’t fight it, Lila. They’re draining your power. Just hold on, don’t do anything.” Draining my power? My mind screamed at the thought. Who? How? Why? Different questions reeled through my mind. I tried to raise my head but it felt like a lead weight pressing me down. My chest burned with every shallow breath, my vision blurred, and my stomach clenched with tension. I had never felt this weak. I forced myself to stop moving. I tried to calm my racing thoughts, even as panic slashed through me. Wylan’s words were clear—if I struggled, I’d only hurt myself more. I bit my lip so hard it bled a little, hoping t

Lila.My eyes flung open once again. I bet they must have beaten the shit out of me last time. But then, I wasn't in the same dark cage anymore. I was in a more beautiful prison, just that I didn't understand the tingling movements on my skin.My eyes scanned the area, the rocky feel of the wall told me I was in the heart of the mountains.But what am I doing here?My mind is slowly fading away… my neck is collared with enchanted irons. This one doesn’t restrain me when I try to break free, it's eating into my skin every passing second.Bloody hell!I felt something wrapped around my wrist. It wasn't the usual metallic cuffs, this was something else—magic.It was plugged into my veins and drained me as if it were drawing blood. I was gasping for breath as I fought hard to break free, but with every struggle, the more it worsened. My soul was shattered and I prayed to be back in the old prison.Tears rolled down my eyes as I hung above the ground, my neck strained, and pain erupted in

KaelThe silence was killing me more than the war ever could.Weeks had passed since we sent out those damned letters, and still—nothing. No reply, no messenger, no sign of hope. Each day felt like a blade twisting in my chest, reminding me how close I was to losing her forever.Jace and I tried to laugh it off, taunting ourselves at the stupidity of our plan, thinking the others would ever agree to this. The truth was, they’d rather watch us burn than break bread with our kind. But still… if saving her meant dining with the enemy, I’d gladly eat at the devil’s table.This morning was no different. Jace sat across from me, his face pale, eyes fixed on a picture he held like it was the last piece of his soul. I cracked a dry laugh, desperate to hide the storm tearing through my chest.“It was your plan,” I mocked, my voice sharp, almost bitter.“Yeah, but you wrote the letter…” he replied, his voice dry and his eyes fixed on a picture.This was our only way of distracting ourselves fro

Kael.The entire pack looked at me like I had lost my mind. Their eyes carried the weight of fear, doubt, and exhaustion. They had seen death, tasted despair, and now all they wanted was silence. But silence was a luxury we could no longer afford. If I let them break now, Magnus wins forever.My relationship with Jace was more than just Alpha and beta — he was more like my brother. Yes, that’s why we banter a lot.But later that morning, we had come to an agreement… attacking the Council was an insane plan, and it showed clearly I was driven by emotion, but there PAs a matter of factly, there are many ways to kill a lion; you just have to choose which works best for you.The first step will be to rally the pack back in order. After the chaos, none of them even want to hear about war again…But then, why am I a leader after all…The easiest way to get people to follow you is to instill fear in them. Yeah, that’s the reason they followed me to battle the last time — the fear of my stre

Kael.Standing in the middle of the chaos, I sank to the ground. My heart was shattered as I was left to grapple with the remains of the war. The part that broke my heart so much was that I couldn't do anything — I couldn't do any fucking thing…I'm so sorry. I failed you. I couldn't save you from yourself, I couldn't save you from him. I don't deserve you…The stench of blood and magic filled the air. The whooshing breeze raised dust and slapped it into my face.The tiny sparks of the flames still burned on the leaves and her scent was still strong in them.Jace's hand brushed against my skin. He pulled me up to my feet, his face covered in blood.“Let's go home…” that was all he could say. The silence that filled the camp that night was suffocating and I could barely breathe…My dreams were recurring scenarios, showing me what I could have done… but I was stupid, I was scared… oh fuck!They just kept coming: her face was radiant in all of them, her eyes always met mine, and I always

Lila.My eyes flew open; the chilling sensation of the metal that held my hands sent shivers down my spine. My brain shuddered, trying to recover and get my thinking faculty back to normal.The thick darkness of the place consumed my mind and left me breathless. My soul hung over a bar, my legs dangled from the ground, and my heart thumped against my chest.Life is a bitch!The last I remembered was him dragging me away… in just a few minutes, I lost everything… everything.I struggled to force my powers back to life, but the metal burned my wrists immediately and my soul was paralyzed.“Help me!” I screamed — the words escaped before I could process them.Who was going to help me here?Not even a flicker of light could be found; all I got was the chirping of crickets in the corners and my heart hammering in my chest.I felt a tickle in my armpit…Bloody hell! A roach. I’m fucked!The one thing I hate in my entire life is roaches and crickets. But here I was, locked up in their den.A