Lyra Belacqua Daemon Novels & Stories

Joshua took a fighting stance, his eyes fixed on the figure that calmly got down from the bed and smiled at him. “I am disappointed, Joshua. You really thought you could hide from me in my own world? Of course, you could do that. You are Joshua Nightfall. But you forgot something. My daughter is now bonded to a dragon, and dragons can bring hell and heaven together to find their bonded twin flame.” Just then, a man who had also been with Carys on the dais appeared beside Calista. “Thanks to Nulzar, I found you! But I am even more disappointed because it took you so long to find me. To figure out that I was still alive. I thought you’d find me sooner. Do you know how bored I was hiding all th

“And I know this isn’t you.” The demon writhed beneath my skin, wanting to resist. But the wolf, the Alpha, and something deeper—something ancient—recognized her. Not as a weakness. Not as a threat. As Sovereign. Behind her, Selene’s voice cracked through the air. “You think a whisper can stop that? He’s lost to you. You fool—he’s not your Caelan anymore.” Lyra didn’t flinch. She didn’t even look at Selene. Her hand remained on me.

My palms hovered above it. I closed my eyes, shutting the noise in the camp and allowing my mind to wrap around the crystal. “I am Lyra,” I whispered. “Daughter of Aurora. I seek not power, but purpose. I’m ready! I want to understand. To protect what’s left of my people.” The crystal pulsed once, then twice. Suddenly, a gush of wind swept through me lifting my hair above my shoulder, causing goosebumps to creep under my skin. My eyeballs began to roll rapidly underneath my eyelids.

I thought for a split second and realized what Adam meant. I took a breath and closed my eyes, I clenched my fists then straightened my fingers, releasing all my emotions there, the energy that was inside me. Then I feel it. My weapon was already out of my fingers, just like what my Mother’s had. I opened my eyes and looked up, where I was sure the statue of Nos was up there. Right before my eyes. “I am Cyllina Ivybow, daughter of Deruna Ivybow, Dryad of the Elden Wood. My friends and I came here to bring the witch who will pay for her sins in this holy place. Let us in!!”

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

Kyra said quietly. ------- Kyra approached Damon and Cael when she saw them in the hallway. The two smiled at her as she approached them. "What happened to you? Why aren't you answering Beatrix's call?" Kyra asked. "We were busy earlier," said Damon. "Busy? With whom?" Kyra asked. "We follow Lilibeth. As you can see, she has many followers now, and we might not notice if we don't follow her," Cael said.

"You think if you push hard enough, you can force the universe to let us win. But you can't punch a hole in a Siphon, Dax." "I have to try," I whispered. "Tate is going in there as bait. If I am not strong enough to pull her out..." "Then use something other than strength," Lyra said. She opened the box. Inside sat three crystals. They were jagged, raw quartz, beating with a faint, rhythmic light. "What is this?" I asked. "I have been studying the old texts," Lyra said. "The ones Mom kept hidden. These are Soul Anchors." She picked one up. It hummed against her skin.

“When the ward drops, it’ll try to pull me back. Don’t let it.” Caleb gave her a tight smile. “We’ll drag you if we have to.” Outside, the howls rose to a fever pitch. The floor trembled. The spirals winked out one by one. Silas moved to the stairwell, uncorking the vial. “Ready?” Lyra’s blade caught the faint light. “Always.” Ava closed her fingers around the token. The glow of her arm brightened until it painted the walls with silver. The hum of the tower rose, matching her pulse. She could feel it loosening, a great weight shifting from stone into her bones.

"But Lyra isn't an ordinary threat." I stopped and turned to him. "What exactly do you know? Why are you so sure she'll find us here?" He hesitated for a moment, then handed me a letter. "Marcus sent this three days ago." I opened it. The message was short and disturbing: “Lyra has allied with the Northern Pack, and she’s taken some Nightfang members with her. Worse, they’re performing some ancient ritual, possibly related to the ‘Shadow Fissure.’ They know Sera is at Moonshadow Sanctuary. Be careful. – M”

She ran to Kael, catching him as he fell, his bond flickering. “Stay with me,” she pleaded, tears falling, her hands pressing his wound. The Daughter laughed, raising the shard. “His blood opens the Abyss,” she said, slashing her claws. The shard glowed, the rift flaring, crimson light flooding the chamber. Lyra broke free, tackling the Daughter, her dagger slashing her arm. The shard fell, skittering across the floor, but the Daughter’s claws raked Lyra’s side, blood spraying. Torin roared, dragging himself up, his claws slashing a crimson wolf, but he collapsed, his strength gone.