Novel & Cerita Did Lyra Kill The Family

Her whisper in my head told me there was something she was hiding from me. Out of mind, I didn't know the minute a hot slap landed on my face. “You don't have a heart, Caleb!” Lyra's voice cracked as a single teardrop fell on her face. She parted her lips to say another word but went mute again. I didn't know how tears flowed down her face like a broken river bank. I tried to go close to her as I felt the heavy beating of her heart. “You and your wicked family murdered my babies! And now you already have a child with another woman!”

“What are you saying?” I looked between them—my sister, and the man who betrayed me. My voice didn’t waver. Silence. Heavy, suffocating silence. Nyla’s breath hitched, sharp and shallow, as though she’d been struck. She shook her head violently, stepping back until her spine hit the wall. “No. No! You’re lying. Lyra is dead. I stabbed her and I saw her died! I saw it—I saw it with my own eyes!” Her voice cracked, high and panicked, and the dagger slipped again from her trembling fingers.

Lyra was the reason for my mother's tears. She was the reason I was away from my father and my family. She tortured my sister, who was always very kind to her, but she had no humanity. All the thoughts ran through my mind while making my second hand join around her neck. I started to press her neck with both of my hands—LYRA DIE. Enough of hide and seek; I'll take revenge on her today. She coughed very hard while blinking her eyes, as she was about to close her eyes for the rest of her life.

I never realized how deeply shattered she was by her family’s death. No wonder she reacted so much every time to my rejection of her advances. “What was your baby brother’s name?” She gulped back the tears and smiled at me sadly. “I named him Lucas. He was my baby, but I couldn’t save him that night.” I grabbed hold of her hand, my heart breaking for her. At that moment, I wished I could exterminate the Flame Hounds for killing her family. “One day I’ll bring you justice, Lyra. I promise to kill Alpha Ambrose, the leader of the Flame Hounds and his pack, just like they have killed your innocent family.”

“Besides, you tasked us to kill Ellie. You may have allowed us to kill whoever else we will be seeing along the way, but you did not tell us that we can kill her however we wish. If anything, I suppose it is truly my own fault for going along with my idea. Especially for a reason as stupidly personal as ‘family’. Even though she is no longer a part of it.” “Child… ‘Family’ may be personal. But it is far from ‘stupid’,” Drake told her. “If anything, for you to take that sort of action against her like so… To want your own ‘relative’ to suffer no matter what before killing them off with your own two hands… You are already on your way of being a true Nex.” “Why thank you, Alpha,” Lyra thanked w

Lyra's POV A loud banging on my door jolted me awake. My heart began racing. I knew it meant another round of beatings and torture, that's all it ever meant. Dragging my exhausted body off the old mattress, I walked toward the door. Before i could open it, a voice yelled. "Seems you've forgotten where you are and what you're meant to do, you slave!" a voice yelled. My name is Lyra Avalon, the only surviving member of my family. My parents and brother died fighting a war for the wolves.

“He sacrificed other people. He was murdered in the service of getting what he wanted.” “I killed him to save my children,” Lyra points out. “Is that so different?” “Entirely different.” I kiss her forehead. “That was self-defense. That wasn’t murder.” She sighs. “I know,” she says. “I know what he’s done. I know what he was going to do if we let him live. Our family wasn’t the only one in danger. If anyone else had done it, I would be congratulating them.”

Every single person was on the ground. Mira lay a few steps from me, her eyes open but empty, blood at her neck. Near her, I saw others from the pack; Silas, Sera, even Mary, all lifeless, their throats torn or their chests clawed open. I stumbled back, shaking. “What is this?” I whispered. Aldric didn’t move. He just watched me. His face was calm, his voice soft when he finally spoke. “You can stop all this, Lyra,” he said. “You just have to choose.”

But… the curse had returned? Lyara’s body convulsed violently, hot like embers yet her skin was pale and as cold as ice. She moaned in an indistinct murmur. “They… are targeting me… my family…” Lyara’s voice sounded like it came from a dark abyss. Full of pain, fear, and destruction.

I stopped cold. I held the doorknob tighter than before, but didn’t turn it yet. “What did you just say?” Her laugh was shaky and bitter. “You heard me.” I turned, very slowly, as I narrowed my eyes. “Had to do what, Lyra?” She raised her chin, with tears still running, but her voice firmer now. “It was supposed to be Father. He was meant to die. That was the deal. But no.” She laughed shortly. “Instead, the baby died. Sad, yes, but perhaps that’s for the best. Perhaps losing the child can break Elara in a way that losing Father never would.”