Novels by Reedah

The room felt frozen. Maybe everyone had moved, maybe time had shifted—but I couldn’t tell. My breath hitched, caught somewhere between my lungs and throat, like the very air had gone still.“My daughter.”Those two words echoed like a bell in my skull. Over and over again. I couldn’t stop them from repeating. What does this mean for me now?I had a mother. I had people waiting for me. The realization didn’t land softly. It cracked me open, splitting the foundation I thought I stood on.Lyra… My mother.Even thinking the word felt foreign. My grip tightened on the journal and I let out a slow, shaking breath. I wasn’t just a girl with strange powers, glowing eyes, and dreams that never made sense. I wasn’t just lost. I had a root. I had a legacy. I had a family.I thought learning the truth would bring peace, but instead the weight of it pressed into my chest like stone.A child of prophecy… they called me.A prophecy I knew nothing about.“I don’t know what to do with this,” I said,

“My family.” Those two words felt warm—sacred, even—as if they weren’t just written on the page, but etched into something deeper inside me. My fingers tingled again, as if the journal still held the warmth of the woman who wrote it. Lyra. I didn’t know what gave me the right to sift through her personal entries, but something inside me pushed forward, almost urged me. The room grew quiet as I drew in a breath and began to read. First Entry; “My family is not bound by blood, but by survival, by truth, by sacrifice, and by exile. We were once part of something greater—until we were cast out. They feared us, called us unnatural. Banished. I carry our story now, so it is not forgotten. So they will know who we were… who we are.” My breath hitched. I felt Aries beside me—when had he gotten here? But his presence grounded me, steadying my heart enough to continue. “There was a girl born under the moon’s shadow, her power pulsing even before she took her first breath. I saw the signs

Sleep took me sweetly for once. I didn’t know why, but I was sure the scent in this room—and the man lying beside me—had a lot to do with it. For the first time in what felt like forever, I let go. But peace is a fragile thing. Suddenly, I was pulled into a dream. I stood barefoot in a strange place. The ground beneath me glowed a soft green, and the air hummed a tune my soul somehow recognized. Tall trees surrounded me, their silver leaves shimmering as their branches swayed gently—though no wind touched my skin. Where am I? I thought. Then I heard them—voices. Familiar but not quite. A woman stood in front of me. Her bright green eyes glowed with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Her long hair held streaks of jade, and her skin shimmered under the moonlight. She looked… so much like me. Just older. “You’re late,” she said, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Who are you?” I asked, though my voice felt distant, like it was echoing from another realm. “We’ve been

I was still catching my breath, the faint tingle of power lingering at my fingertips, when I heard Lucy whisper a name-soft, barely audible, but it struck me like a lightning bolt. “Lyra?” I turned, frozen in place. The way she looked at me—wide-eyed, stunned—like she was seeing a ghost. Lucy, always so composed and put-together, looked like the ground had been pulled from beneath her. “Lucy?” I called out softly. She didn’t answer. Instead, she stepped closer, her eyes searching me as if trying to piece together a puzzle that had haunted her for decades. “Who is Lyra?” I asked once she was close enough. She blinked, snapping out of her daze. For a second, I thought she’d deny saying it—but she wasn’t like that. Her shoulders dropped as she exhaled, the name falling from her lips again. “Lyra… was someone very dear to me.” The name echoed in my mind. Why did it feel familiar? “She was a friend,” Lucy continued, “from many years ago. And… she was from the Banished tribe.” My

Lucy POV:I never thought I’d see that symbol again.Not since her.So when I opened the book Rose brought me and that mark stared right back at me, I felt the breath catch in my throat."Do you recognize it?" Maron had asked.I feigned ignorance.“I’ll need to look into it more,” I replied, keeping my voice steady—though inside, I was shaken.I knew exactly what that symbol meant.Even after Rex came asking, I gave the same excuse. But the moment she left, I walked straight to my room, the book still in hand, and set it down gently on the bed.Then I made my way to the closet.From the very back, behind old coats and boxes, I pulled out the one thing I’d promised myself I would never open again. I brought it to the bed, sat down, and brushed my fingers over the lid.Inside were pictures… amulets… books… journals—remnants of a friendship long buried.I picked up one of the photos, and as her face became clearer in my mind, so did the ache in my chest.Lyra.My friend.I pulled out one

The Banished Tribe? We all echoed in disbelief, and Lucy nodded solemnly. "Yes," she replied. "The symbol on the pages belongs to them. It's a mark that's always been associated with the Banished—a symbol lost to time," she explained, her voice low, almost like she was afraid someone might be listening in. I swallowed hard, my breath uneven. The Banished Tribe... I had only ever heard whispers about them—stories told to scare children. I'd never had the chance to learn much, but Maron had mentioned them once or twice. Most believed they were nothing more than legends. They were said to be a dangerous tribe, wild and uncontrollable, cast out by other supernaturals long ago. "But..." Julian spoke up, his brow furrowed. "They were just a myth, weren't they?" He stared at Lucy. "I mean, everyone learned about them as kids, but I always thought it was just fairy tales." Rose nodded in agreement beside him. But Lucy shook her head firmly. "No, dear. They were very real. And while n