Lara Ketchum Novels & Stories

The sun was dipping low outside the school gates, casting soft amber streaks on the floors of the small waiting area. Lara sat on one of the low benches, her posture relaxed, listening to Ram chatter animatedly about a new cartoon she’d seen. The little girl’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her tiny hands flailing as she described her favorite scene. “…and then Ate bought me a new pink unicorn! It lights up when you press its tummy, and it even sings, Teacher Lara!” Ram beamed.

Lara When I got into the car, my cousin was seated next to me. He doesn’t look happy, so I stayed quiet for now. “You have so many people looking into your background. Why aren’t you keeping a low profile,” the gritty tired voice belonged to my cousin. “I didn’t realize there were people looking into me,” I replied. To be honest, I had no idea. “Cousin, there are 3 different people or organizations who have been looking for information on you,” my cousin said. “Three,” I exclaimed. How did that happen? I thought about who those people were. Crown because that’s what he does for a living. But who are the others. “There you go, you don’t even know,” my cousin said. “So, what’s the

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Lara’s heart leapt, but before she could react, Ella struck her across the face. The slap rang loud in the garden. Lara stumbled backward, her foot catching the stone edge of the fountain. She fell— But she never hit the ground. A dark, enormous wolf appeared beneath her, his fur black as midnight, his body solid and warm. Crane. Lara gasped, clutching his fur for balance as her cheek stung. Before Ella could strike again, arms like iron wrapped around her throat from behind. Alex. His usually playful face was shadowed, his eyes dark with rage. His grip was merciless as he dragged her back.

They were the guides now. The world did not stop for their grief. A new generation was already rising, children who had only known a connected, peaceful multiverse. They were bright, curious, and fearless. One of these was a young girl named Elara, named for the healer of the quiet blight. She was Lyra’s star pupil, a child with an intuitive grasp of the Loom that sometimes even surpassed Lyra’s. She could weave stories not just from events, but from the emotions between the events, the silent spaces where true understanding lived.

I mutter, rolling my eyes. She smiles faintly and steps forward with the first aid box. Lara—the pack’s nurse. She cares for others, especially her Alpha, more than herself. While the rest hide away, she has been trying her best to help, unafraid of catching infection of the disease that has taken everything from us.

She pondered. A tiny rat circles the bucket of food. It jumps to the top of the bucket and fails, but continues to try until it reaches the top. Lara's hand falls over the poor rat once she reaches the top. "You filthy little rat! Do you want me to consume you? " She snarls and hurls the rat against the wall, and it limps to the small hole beneath the door. Lara crawls to follow the rat's trails and digs a small hole to make it bigger. She visualizes herself as a rat crawling beneath the door.

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth.

"It's the story of a Moon Oracle." "A Luna." Dreg told me with a smile "A Warrior." Arachne said. "The story of a Moon Oracle Luna. Luna Channing."