Novel & Cerita Did Lyra Kill The Family

After staring at her for a while, with worry written all over his face, he nodded and walked away, shutting the door to her bedroom. As soon as he was gone, Lyra threw herself on her bed and screamed into her pillow. Obviously, her Dad would hear her, but he would know she was screaming into her pillow in an attempt to relieve her stress. The words of her Dad rang in her head again. “There are two Alpha’s ruling the pack Lyra. Thus, the pack is divided into two factions, Jaspers faction and Callum’s faction. Both are at rivalry. The peace and rest of our pack rests on your shoulders Lyra. You are to select the right Alpha. And I suggest you do that rightly and quickly, or you would be puttin

It's vibrating, alive, remembering the implacable wall of his chest under my hands, the bruising but possessive manner in which his hands grasped my hips, the feel of his tongue taking my mouth… and god, that noise he made, that low, animal growl… it's imprinted in my bones. "A trick," I repeat, louder, pushing off from the door and pacing like the caged animal that I am. "He's a monster. He's always been a monster." I have to hold on to that, remember… the image of him standing over my father, the frozen gold in his eyes, the smoke, the blood. "He stood there. He watched him die. He let him die. He is a killer." But a second voice, smooth and lethal at the back of my mind, whispers, Then wh

His claws receded half a step, leaving his fingertips red where the nails had cut his own palms. “Who?” he asked. “Victor? Seraphina? Rogues? Tell me who I kill first.” “Too soon to know,” she said. “Seraphina has motive. Victor has… everything. Rogues have access. We start with evidence, not fantasy.” “I don’t care about evidence,” he said. “I care about my child.” “I care about bringing her back alive,” Lyra snapped. “If you rush out of here half‑shifted and tear the first person you see in half, it will not help.”

“You.. what?” “I had no way to kill her back then,” Tara said, stepping closer to the desk, her fingers brushing the grain. “Her powers were far stronger than mine. So I bound her soul to a jar and sealed it.” I leaned forward. “Well?” “As you asked I checked.. the jar is without her soul,” Tara replied evenly. “But Lyra is dead.” “I made sure of that,” Malik said, his tone clipped and final. A silence stretched between us.. thick, familiar, dangerous. I set my glass down. “So this was the family reunion you spoke of, Tara? Here I was thinking you wanted to see your nephew and your goddaughter.”

“Shut your mouth.” “Or what? Are you going to kill me? Go ahead, do it. But say goodbye to the only thing you have left,” she smiles. “If you cut the only thread tying your wife to sanity… you’re going to lose everything.” And then, a voice. One that freezes my blood and, at the same time, fills me with pride and rage. “You filthy bitch, you’ll lose everything,” says Lyra, appearing in the doorway, eyes bloodshot, mouth trembling. “Because you killed my son.”

“You see what you are doing to this family.” “What do you mean? Denise’s fainting should be more justification for me to kill that bastard. She was shocked to see the murderer in our house.” “Is it really? You think that is the reason she fainted?” “What else could it be? You saw it yourself. Immediately I confirmed that the man is the dungeon is the one who murdered of our parents, she collapsed.” Lyra didn’t talk for some minutes. “You need to stall the execution,” she said firmly. I frowned. “Stall? For what?”

You're not alone. The first course was served. The interrogation began before the second. "So, Lyra." Aldric's voice cut through the quiet conversation. "Tell us about your family." Lyra set down her fork carefully. "I was raised by a woman named Thalia, but she passed away." "And your blood family?" "I... I don't remember them." Aldric's eyebrow arched. "How convenient." I squeezed her hand under the table. "It's not convenient," Lyra said quietly. "It's painful."

At this moment, even Shaun, the former number one fighter in the north, was unable to gauge how terrifying Tyr’s strength was. “This… this is not possible… this is impossible. That man is one of the Jade family’s Golden Swallows. Tyr, you can’t kill me. If you do, the Jade family of Qore City won’t let you go…” said Lyra. With a slice, Tyr raised the dagger in his hand and swung it downwards. Lyra didn’t even have time to utter her last threat before her life was ended by Tyr’s dagger. After that, Tyr lifted his head and stared at the helicopter, which was hovering in the air.

Her stepmother slumped in the chair, lifeless, blood dripping down her face. Lily screamed, her voice shrill and full of agony. She thrashed against her ropes, sobbing uncontrollably. Ayla wiped her tears with the back of her hand and turned to Lily. She crouched in front of her, tilting her head. “I’m not killing you because you betrayed me,” Ayla said softly, her voice like ice. “I’m killing you because you stood by and let her destroy my family.” Lily’s eyes widened in horror. “Please... Ayla... I don’t want to die...”

"I have no family. They're all dead." Freya's eyes snap open. Focuses on Lyra. Her own heartbeat accelerating. Lie. That was a lie. "All of them?" I press. "Parents? Siblings? No one?" "No one." But her heart rate spikes. Her scent changes. Sweet turns sour. Fear. Guilt. Deception. "Lyra." I lean forward. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Do you have family in Asher's territory?" "No. I told you. They're dead." But she won't meet my eyes. Her hands shake.