Did Lyra Kill The Family Novels & Stories

Ramona said, and Lyra smiled. “Maybe you didn't, but you took her husband's attention, everything. As if that wasn't enough, you rubbed it in her eyes… You forced him to choose between you and her, and he was stupid enough to choose you. And you… you took her life from her even when she was breathing,” Lyra stopped and gave a creepy laugh. “You wanted that from me too. I was a fool, I am a fool, and you're right. My mother would definitely be ashamed of me ever trying to get in yours or your daughter's good book,” Lyra said and turned, walking away. Slyvia was standing at the staircase. She heard her mother's scream earlier and had come down to find them in a heated position. She stepped out

The figure stepped fully into the lantern light, and Lyra’s chest tightened as recognition hit her like a bolt of ice. It was Lucien Veyra, a name she had buried deep in her childhood memories, a ghost she had hoped was gone forever. He had been the one who orchestrated the attacks that had destroyed her family, the shadow behind the bloodshed that had defined her earliest years. And now he was alive, smirking with the cold satisfaction of a predator who had finally found his prey.

He had taken my mother, my childhood, my family, my friends, my foster care families, my father’s pack, Sabrina, and now my father, and he was going to pay for all their lives. As I went to raise my hand to allow my powers to do so, the room at that moment began to shake beneath my feet, and my eyes moved to Lyra who was standing behind the chaos of Tyler and Tristan still battling it out in the middle of the floor. Her hands were raised in the air, and I could see that she too was pulling power from within her, as she too wanted to put an end to his life for taking her own all those years ago.

"Caden, have you gone mad?" "Mad? Yes, I'm mad!" My voice echoed in the empty rooms. "I was mad enough to love a traitor, mad enough to hurt the only one who was innocent!" "What nonsense are you talking—" "She's gone! Gone forever!" Tears blurred my vision. "I pushed her to her death! And all of you dare to blame her for it!" Silence. A long, suffocating silence. "Lyra is the traitor!" I kept shouting, finally letting the truth spill out. "She killed Selene's entire family! She saved recordings of their dying screams! She enjoyed torturing innocent people!"

“You have suspected it yourself, have you not? The way he gazes upon her, it is unlike how he looks at you. There is love in his eyes when he beholds her, but when he looks at you, all that remains is the courtesy of a gentleman.” I rose from my bed and moved to stand beside Mother, gripping her arms in desperation. “What am I to do, Mother? I cannot lose Xander. He is the very reason I have lived all these years.” “Then rid yourself of Lyra.” She replied, curtly. I was taken aback at her suggestion. How could she propose such a heinous act? Lyra was my friend before she became my Maid, and it was not her fault that Xander loved her.

Lyra stood barefoot. She cut her palm. “House,” she whispered, “Take this. Take the night I woke up alone. Take the fear. Take the pain. Leave me my family.” Her blood dripped into the basin. The crystal exploded with white light. Lyra screamed. Not because it hurt. Because something was leaving her. The accident. The swap. The cold awakening. Gone. She collapsed. Kael caught her before she hit the floor. “Lyra. Look at me.”

“You slaughtered our pack! I saw you! I saw you!” “You saw what he made you see!” Diego took a step forward, hands open. Pleading. “Lyra, please. Your mother—she’s not dead. She’s hiding, like me. He wants us all apart. Vulnerable.” “Liar.” Lightning gathered in her palms. “You took everything from me. Now I take everything from you.” She was fast. Faster than he remembered. But he was faster still. He dodged her strikes, blocking bursts of wind and energy, never striking back. Never hurting his girl.

"No. You said you'd help him." "We said we'd resolve the situation. And we have." "You bastards." Tears were streaming down her face. "You killed my brother." "We improved him. The replacement will be everything your family wanted in an heir, with the additional benefit of supporting necessary political changes." I watched Lyra's face transform from grief to rage. Whatever loyalty she'd felt to the conspiracy was gone, replaced by the kind of fury that could move mountains. "So," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "that's your plan? Replace all of us with improved versions?"

“I trusted you. I loved you. And this…this what you do? Keal, Ronon, and I—we loved you, Lyra. We put aside every warning and ignored every red flag. We tried to see you as separate from your father’s crimes, to believe you weren’t like him. But you threw it all back in our faces, You proved us wrong. You showed us you exactly like Nickolay Vladislav. His blood runs in your veins, and now we all see it.” He paused, his voice breaking with an an and pain that tore into me. “Look around Lyra. People died yesterday from the poison you put in the water, and don’t yo dare deny it. There are eyewitnesses whe saw you coming from the reservoir. Or w you say they are lying, too? That they are conspir

Even more fragile. I swallowed my guilt because my family was more important. “I won’t betray you,” Lyra said. Her voice was barely audible. “I swear on everything I have. I won’t.” “We’ll see,” I said simply. I turned to leave, then paused at the door. “One more thing,” I said without looking back at her. “If you know anything else about what Sylvester is planning, you need to tell us. Now. Before it’s too late.” “I don’t know much,” Lyra said quickly. “He kept me isolated most of the time. But I heard things. Pieces of conversations between him and Myra before he killed her.”