Lyra Belacqua Daemon Novels & Stories

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

My jaw tightened. “Good.” For the first time, the Goddess’s expression shifted — not disapproval. Interest. “You seek revenge.” “I seek balance,” I replied. That was not entirely a lie. She studied me for a long, endless moment. “Very well, Lyra Nightfall. You shall return.” The silver light began to collapse inward, spiraling around me. “But understand this,” the Goddess warned, her voice echoing like thunder through the stars. “Revenge does not heal. It only transforms.”

My wolf pace through the small room, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs. "Is she really missing?" Darius leaned his massive, fur-clad shoulder against the stone doorframe, a mocking sneer curving his mouth. "Or did your nameless little human finally realize she was just a temporary plaything?" Kaelen ignored him completely, his golden Alpha eyes flaring with lethal intent as he scanned the empty bed. Before he could rip Darius’s throat out, his communication stone chimed from his leather belt. The surface illuminated with Lyra’s name. Back when she was still carrying the pup, they had linked their stones to coordinate her hidden care.

The strange being looked toward her. You remember me. The older Lyra trembled. I wish I didn't. The being turned toward Lyra. And you are the daughter who betrayed me. Lyra froze. Daughter? Kael immediately stepped in front of her. She doesn't belong to you. The being smiled. Everything belongs to me. Lyra raised her chin. Not anymore. The being laughed. You gave up your powers. Yes. You surrendered your crown. Yes. You abandoned your immortality. Yes.

Elara began, “we witness the birth of the Dawn Child, Lyra Thorne, heir of balance. Let her bring peace where we sowed war, and unity where we built walls.” Damon leaned close to my ear. “She already has me wrapped around her finger,” he murmured. I bit my lip, trying not to melt. Elara dipped her fingers into the bowl and touched Lyra’s forehead. “Blessed be the child of two worlds.” Lyra whimpered, a glow flaring briefly beneath her skin. The witches gasp. Damon stiffens beside me, hand hovering near my waist. “It’s okay,” I whispered, rocking her softly. “She’s just responding to the energy.”

I gripped the fabric of my white ceremonial dress, the silk cool against my sweaty palms. I headed toward the back of the packhouse, away from the prying eyes of the elders. Kael had sent a note earlier. Meet me in the private den, it said. Five minutes before the moon hits its peak. My feet felt light. I was Lyra, the girl who had everything. The daughter of a high ranking family. The destined mate of the future King. I pushed open the heavy oak door of the den. It didn't creak. It slid open like it was waiting for me.

Lyra. She froze. It wasn’t Vale’s voice. Not quite. But it sounded like him—low, rough, laced with that same quiet command that had once steadied her. “Who’s there?” she whispered. No answer. Only the slow crackle of the fire. She closed her eyes, heart hammering. For a second, she thought she imagined it—until the whisper came again, softer this time, from inside her head. They’ll come for you at dawn. Trust no one but the mark.

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

I grounded out. Thorne shook his head. “You claim you want to protect Lyra, then you must know that the blade is made specifically for her. It doesn't matter what you believe. It is real.” I rubbed a hand over my face and rolled my eyes. “Fine. Let's say that blade is what they say it is; I still won't sacrifice Lyra to keep myself safe.” “She is a Chimera,” Thorne bellowed. “She is a creature of the ancient. You have no idea the kind of powers she wields.”

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.