Danmachi Lyra Novels & Stories

And now Lyra’s blood had become the centerpiece of his madness. My lips curled as I thought of her. Damian wanted her for love, or at least what he thought love was. He wrapped her in his obsession and called it protection. Pathetic. I had no such illusions. Lyra was not a woman to me—she was a weapon, one sharp enough to end Dominic once and for all. Her bloodline could shake this kingdom to its core. I would be the one to wield it. But first, I had to loosen the hold Dominic had on his elders. I needed allies who hated him as much as I did.

“Because I earned it. Out here, loyalty isn’t given. It’s proven.” Lyra studied me for a moment, her expression unreadable. “That’s why I came to you, Rylan. I need someone I can trust. Someone who understands what it means to fight for survival.” Her words stirred something deep in me, a mix of pride and longing. “And Damian? He wasn’t that for you?” Her jaw tightened, and she looked away. “Damian is... complicated. He’s strong, but he’s blinded by his own pride. He can’t see what’s right in front of him.”

Her eyes lifted to the shard. And the shard responded. It glowed blindingly bright, the heartbeat thumping faster, louder. Lyra stepped forward like she was being drawn by an invisible string. “Lyra!” Damon barked, grabbing her arm. But she slipped from his grasp with a strange, fluid grace, a dreamwalker’s grace and moved toward the pedestal. “Lyra, stop!” I said sharply. She didn’t. She reached out. Her fingers brushed the crystal. A shockwave burst outward, throwing Damon and me backward as moonlight and shadow collided in a spiraling storm. Lyra stood at the center of it, untouched, her hair floating, her eyes glowing silver and gold at once.

Lyra stated. Damon was dumbfounded by that single statement and looked at his mate to make sure she was actually being serious and from the look he got, she was absolutely serious. He drew her close and trailed kisses all over her face down to her neck. Lyra grabbed at him desperately, arms around his head. Damon sank to his knees beside her and fumbled with her panties, finally ripping them off. He stroked her with skilful fingers and then with his skillful tongue, Damon kissed between her legs.

I took the stairs two at a time and reached the hallway just in time to see the door to her room burst open. And Damon flew out of it and not in a nice way. Literally. He stumbled, skidding across the hallway floor, blood gushing from his torn lip, a bedsheet clumsily wrapped around his waist. Behind him stood Lyra, fists clenched, her silver hair wild, chest heaving like she had just gone to war… and won. She didn’t see me at first. Her entire focus was on Damon and she was angry. She stepped out and launched another punch to his gut, sending him crashing into the wall.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I had willingly walked out of a gilded cage, and in doing so, I had found a boundless, living forest. I had surrendered a love that was always conditional, a transaction based on bloodlines and usefulness, and in its place, I had been given a bond that was as deep, as strong, and as enduring as the ancient roots beneath our feet. I was Lyra of the Blood-Claw Pack. Daughter of Borin and Anya. Sister to Kaelen. I was home. The past was a closed book. The future was an unwritten page. And for the first time, the story was finally, completely, my own to write.

“Wanted for arson? You mean the crime you so meticulously set up? Like I would waste my time starting a fire to harm this good-for-nothing bastard who’s already on his way to hell.” Kylan stepped forward indignantly but a glare from Chase halted him in his tracks. I scoffed. He could be so vicious and manipulative out of sight but when he stood in from of his opponent, he was nothing but a coward. “Because you have a powerful lycan backing you, you think you’re all that now.” Lily sneered. “Let me break it to you that you aren’t.”

Six years ago, Lyra ran because she believed leaving was the only way to protect her unborn child. This time, Damon will not let her disappear. He wants to know why she left him. He wants the truth about Gail. And if the little girl with his eyes is truly his daughter, nothing will stop him from reclaiming the family Lyra kept secret. But when the truth finally comes out, will Damon forgive the woman he never stopped wanting, or take away the daughter she sacrificed everything to protect?

To⁠o slow. Lyra​ launched herself at th​em with⁠ a⁠‍ sn​arl that‌ di‌dn’‍t sound entirely human. H‌er first‍ strike seve​‍red the wrist of the closer man, blade⁠ fla⁠shin​g s‌ilver in⁠ the torchlight. He screamed,⁠ stumbling. She kick⁠ed his k⁠‍n⁠e⁠e inward w​ith bruta​l force, se‌ndi​n⁠‍g him c‌‍ollap‍sing i​n‍​ a heap. The second lung​ed, b‌u⁠t sh‍‌‍e grabbed‌ him by t​he front of his arm⁠o‍r and sla⁠mmed him i​‍nto th‌e wall hard⁠ enou‍gh‌ to crack stone‍.‌‍ “Y‍ou⁠ thin​k yo​​u‌ can touch wh​at’‌s m‍ine‌ to‌ protect?” s‍he hiss‌ed, d‍riv⁠ing her blade into hi⁠s ch⁠est.⁠