Novels by Lyra Frost

The heavy winter snow fell softly over the towering peaks of Crystalvale, draping the limestone spires of the Citadel in a flawless, shimmering blanket of white. Inside the royal master suite, the biting mountain chill was completely locked away, replaced by the roaring warmth of a massive stone hearth and the deeply comforting scent of pine and warm milk.Three months had passed since the night the shadow-portals were permanently sealed over the cathedral altar, and the ghosts of my past were laid to rest. The war was officially over.I stood by the towering, arched glass doors, my silver eyes tracing the peaceful expanse of the snow-covered courtyard below. The heavy gold-and-sapphire crown of Crystalvale sat casually on a velvet cushion by the bed, but the true symbol of my sovereignty was nestled securely in my arms.I looked down at the tiny, silver-haired infant wrapped in lavender silk, a profound, overwhelming sense of pride flushing through my chest. Labor had arrived with the

The ride back to the Citadel was a blur of freezing wind, stinging tears, and absolute agony. I clutched the reins with bone-white knuckles, my mind locked onto a single, terrifying reality: the kingdom was being invaded, and we were running out of time.When Marcus and I finally breached the grand stone courtyard of the palace, the air was thick with the heavy scent of smoke and burning silver. The peace the kingdom enjoyed for the last two weeks had been completely shattered."Luna Aria!" a frontline commander shouted, sprinting toward us as we dismounted. His silver armor was dented and smoking. "The inner sanctuary has fallen! Gateways of black smoke erupted from the altar of the cathedral. Dozens of vampires are stepping out from the gateway.""Is the King back?" I asked as I quickly drew my silver blade from my cloak. Before the commander could answer, a deafening, earth-shaking howl resonated from the cathedral. The heavy iron doors of the sanctuary blew outward, thrown off the

The air in the obsidian chamber shattered instantly as Lilith raised her hands and unleashed a torrent of fire that whipped from her fingertips like a swarm of vipers."Get behind me, Aria!" Marcus roared.Before the dark magic could touch the hem of my travel cloak, my father lunged in front of me. His heavy silver shield absorbed the brunt of the witch’s blast with a deafening metallic crack, sending sparks like purple and black rain cascading across the stone floorboards. Marcus didn't hesitate. Gripping his broadsword with white-knuckled fury, he charged straight through the smoke, using his raw warrior strength to tackle Lilith against the far wall and shatter her spell lines.With the witch occupied, the space between the heavy doors cleared, leaving me face-to-face with the real serpent, Sienna. "Die, you miserable freak!" Sienna screamed.Her face was distorted by bloodthirsty rage as she lunged directly at me, her dark steel blade whistling through the freezing air. I forced

The freezing mountain wind howled through the jagged, dark stone ravines, tearing at the edges of my velvet travel cloak. Pushing through the shooting pains that still pulsed across my abdomen from the brutal ride, I walked shoulder-to-shoulder with my father, Marcus, as we approached the hidden heart of the northern pass.Nestled into the vertical rock face of a sheer cliff sat Lilith's hidden coven house, a dark, imposing fortress built from ancient obsidian stone that seemed to swallow the light around it. It was heavily draped in the foul, suffocating scent of dark magic. Following the trail mapped out in the pages of the Sovereign Lexicon, we walked through a narrow fissure in the rear foundation wall. We turned down a long, narrow corridor, tracking a dark magical heat until we reached a set of doors.Marcus pushed the doors open, and we stepped into a vaulted chamber filled with floating candles that burned with an eerie, green flame. At the very center of the room, hovering in

I didn’t wait for the sun to fully rise over the peaks of Crystalvale. Pushing the heavy silk sheets aside, a cold sweat broke across my skin, the memory of my mother’s desperate, silver eyes burning holes into my mind. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't waste a single second. Throwing a heavy velvet travel cloak over my nightgown, I stepped out into the chilly corridor and grabbed the first waking castle servant I could find, instructing them to rouse my father immediately and tell him to meet me at the stables with two horses.When I stumbled into the courtyard, the morning fog hung low and suffocating. My father, Marcus, was already there. His brow was pulled into a tight, worried scowl as he threw the saddle over a massive stallion."Aria," Marcus murmured, his deep voice hushed, though it vibrated with an underlying panic as he took in my pale face and trembling hands. "The servant said you looked frantic. What is it? Is it the babies? Are you in labor?""The babies are safe, Dad," I

An unusual warmth covered the grand territory of Crystalvale, chasing away the usual mountain chill from the Citadel’s stone walls. Two weeks had passed since the bloody night Alpha Jaxon was killed in the courtyard, and the dark witch Lilith fled into the shadows with a grieving Sienna. For the first time in forever, a deep peace settled over our kingdom. Pack artisans were already rebuilding the broken perimeter shields, and the gentle summer rain had finally washed away the heavy scent of war.I breathed in the pine-scented air as I walked along the palace garden paths. The late afternoon sun warmed my skin, casting long shadows over the rosebushes. On the head physician's strict orders, I took these walks daily to stay active. My winter due date was only three months away. Carrying quadruplets was testing my physical limits.My hands rested over my large, round stomach. I smiled softly as I felt the healthy flutters of the pups inside me. They were quiet today, calmed by the rhythm