All Chapters of Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Chapter 231 - Chapter 235

Nyxar POVThe woods beyond the kingdom had changed.Nyxar felt it in his bones - the pulse of the earth slower here, older. The trees weren’t just ancient; they were watching. Even the wind moved differently, like it remembered another era.He dismounted at the fork in the trail, boots crunching softly on moss and gravel. Behind him, Elira’s horse snorted, restless. She was already glancing around with that sharp gaze of hers - practical, clear, impossible to rattle.“Not the usual patrol route,” she muttered, swinging down from the saddle beside him. “I can feel the weight here. Like stepping through a memory.”Nyxar didn’t respond right away. His gaze lingered on a ridge just ahead—an outcrop carved by time and old magic, half-swallowed by vines. A marker stone stood at its center, etched with faded runes.He’d seen it once before. As a child.“A family used to live out here,” he said at last. “Before they were hunted. Bloodline tied to the First Flame. The stories say their daughte

Nyxar POV The mist hadn’t fully faded, even after Thalen stepped clear of the cracked stone. It clung to the clearing like a warning.Ashling crouched near the edge of the circle, fingers pressed to the ground, eyes shut tight. Nyxar watched her lips move silently - some kind of counting, or a memory half-repeated under her breath.He didn’t interrupt.Instead, he turned to Thalen, whose gaze still swept the horizon like she expected the world to look different after her awakening.“You said there are six more,” Nyxar said. “Where?”“Scattered,” Thalen murmured. “Each one placed in hiding by the one who bore the crown before the bloodlines fractured. Some were buried beneath rivers. Others sealed in hollowed mountains. One sleeps beneath fire.”Nyxar frowned. “And you can find them?”“I can feel where they were,” she said. “But time changes things. Some of their prisons may no longer exist. Some may… have unraveled.”“And if they’ve unraveled?” Elira asked grimly.Thalen turned to he

Lyra POV The room was ash and ruin now.Magic hung in the air like smoke - thick, bitter, alive. The council chamber walls trembled with the aftershocks of power unleashed. Cracked runes fizzled at her feet, blood sizzling in the grooves between stones.Lyra stood in the center, breath ragged, half-shifted, divine light burning through the wreckage of her skin.Veyla was on the ground, clutching her shoulder where her own spell had turned on her. One of the younger councilors whimpered against the far wall, too afraid to run. Two others had fled. One hadn’t moved since her claws struck true.The silence was deafening.Ekreth moved. Right behind him showed Nyxar.Lyra felt it before she saw him: the tether, the pull of fate made real. His arrival split the room like lightning.His boots skidded to a halt in scorched blood. Elira followed a breath behind, eyes already gleaming with battle-fire. A wraith-like figure hovered behind them, forming from mist - Thalen, summoned by the fractu