Did Lyra Kill The Family の小説・ストーリー

Lyra smiled dismissively. “Tell me,” I said softly. “Please.” Lyra looked around, unsure, almost as if she didn't know if her next words would hurt me or not. “He told me your parents were murdered, and that you went into exile. Then…” She trailed off. “Then what?” “The deaths. He said you killed a lot of innocent people.” She whispered. “Did you really do that?” I felt her hand tighten in mine, and my rage built. Idris was nothing but a weasel.

Eyes darker than the storm overhead. Her pulse stumbled. No. Cassian saw recognition land. Too late. “You.” His expression didn’t change. But she saw it. Regret. The kind that had been sitting in his bones for years. “You’re the boy by the fountain.” “Yes.” Lyra stood slowly. Her hands shook. “You watched my family die.” Cassian’s face hardened. “I wasn’t there.” “You knew.” “Yes.” The honesty landed harder than any lie. Stone cracked overhead. Dust spilled through the crypt.

I couldn’t see who it was but I could tell from the voice that it was definitely an elderly man. “ Just stay right here. I will be right back.” He muttered before shutting the door gently. As he stepped out of the room, the noise only became louder, I slipped my dress on as I tiptoed to the window. My eyes widened as I saw a group of men and women all assembled in front of Derrick with angry faces. “You killed my daughter, Alpha Derrick because of an whore.” The same person who spoke earlier muttered, his voice filled with anger. Does this mean Lyra is dead?. That his claw stretch had cost her life?.

Lyra looked down at the small bottle in her hand and a wicked smile appeared on her face. The last time she pushed Sydney down the stairs, Sydney and her unborn child were both fine. This time, Lyra believed that she could kill either one of them. With a cold snort, Lyra took one last look at both of them and turned toward the rest area. She opened the bottle and threw the black material out onto a certain area of the park. After that, she swept her hands, smiled to herself knowingly, and walked ahead. Sydney and Julien did not notice that Lyra saw them earlier.

“What he said about Osyron and what would happen if the sacrifice was not done.” “Lyra…” he looked at her. He was down on his knees and his blood was quickly pooling around him. With the amount of blood he was losing, he wondered how he was even still alive. “I have a family in Dragonsbane, Ryder.” she sniffed and wiped her eyes. “I have a mother, a father, a sister, and a brother-in-law I haven’t had the chance to bother.” she chuckled and looked away. “I have aunts and cousin Revvyn. I cannot be selfish with their lives, Ryder.”

My fingers started to spark. “That is not the answer to my question.” She sighed and waved her hand. The light around us changed. Images formed in the air, faint at first, then clear. “You already know the story of Lyra. What you don’t know is that the maid who ran with you after Lyra gave birth was killed shortly after,” she said. My chest tightened. “The family hunted her,” she continued, “following her through forests and villages.” I watched as a woman appeared, running in the light, clutching a bundle to her chest. She stumbled several times but kept going.

His lips pull into a frown and I see his grip loosen around Alera's neck. “What are you doing ?” he grits his teeth. “I'm pleading for my only friend.” Lyra scoffs. “Your only friend almost got you killed. You should be grateful Leonidas stalled the execution because you are his mate.” “I know,” I say calmly, without breaking eye contact with Leonidas. “But she's the only family I have.” Lyra seethes and looks like she's about to splutter more but she clamps her mouth shut. “Please, let my family go.”

Seductive. "You're putting your trust in Raven Crest." "I'm asking you to choose between one." She had spoken quietly, but he could notice the tremble of her hands. "I understand what my people have done to you. I know you have every reason to despise me. But I am not them." "Then prove it." Lyra drew from her cloak a pouch of leather and set it down upon the table. "The report of the evening that your family was killed. Guard's reports witness statement, All of what the crown repressed in order to conceal Kael."

His gaze scanned the dimly-lit room and landed on Arthur at the bar, a goblet of wine in hand and a smug smirk on his lips. Red-hot rage surged through Drake's veins at the sight. He strode over to Arthur and grabbed him by the collar, slamming him against the wall. "You," he growled. "This is your doing." Arthur's eyes widened briefly in shock before his smirk returned. "Whatever are you talking about?" "Don't play games with me," Drake said, tightening his grip. "Lyra is dead because of you." "My dear friend," Arthur replied smoothly, "I haven't the faintest idea what you mean."

“Why did you do it?” “You are still needed, my child.” He said, coughing out blood. More tears spilled from Lyra’s eyes; at this point she was filled with rage. “My child, you have to leave.” As he said that, he used all his power left and pointed at Lyra; at that moment, she disappeared. Elder Owen lay lifeless on the ground; by this time Rylan had left. The villagers in tears and agony carried Elder Owen's body away.