Novel & Cerita Lyra Belacqua Daemon

Shapes emerged from the shadows - beasts like the one they had fought at the last altar, their eyes burning with unnatural light. “Here we go again,” Dylan muttered, drawing his blade. But before the beasts could attack, a voice rang out, smooth and taunting. “Welcome, my dear Nicola. I’ve been expecting you.” Lyra materialized at the base of the obelisk, her dark hair flowing like a living shadow. Her presence radiated power, and her eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. “Lyra,” Nicola said, her voice steady despite the fear churning in her gut. “It’s over. We know what you’re doing, and we’re going to stop you.”

Darius POV Darius slammed his palm against the stone wall, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The impact sent a dull ache through his arm, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside him. Lyra is Alpha Rhea. But Alpha Rhea of the Crescent Pack was dead. The name still didn’t seem right to him. He had spent years believing the Alpha of the Crescent pack was dead, believing that the woman who was to sit on the throne of the Crescent pack had vanished without a trace. And now, not only was she alive, but she was an Alpha… his ex, technically.

The voice of the Moon Goddess resonated in my mind, soothing yet filled with an ethereal power. "Azure, son of the Moon, your devotion to your kin and your unwavering commitment have touched my celestial heart," the Moon Goddess spoke, her voice echoing with otherworldly grace. "I hear your plea, and I shall grant you the chance to once again embrace the essence of your Lycan form. Harness this gift wisely, for the path before you is fraught with peril and sacrifice."

The surrounding living beings immediately snapped out of the dreamlike state when the bell stopped ringing. Everyone was stunned after seeing Lyla in their presence. Lyla unleashed a powerful Qrohm and shouted, “Release him immediately!” “Why?” James frowned. Hearing his reply, Thea frantically sent a telepathic message to James. “Do you want to die? Lyla is a powerhouse at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation. She’s the Daemon Prison's guardian and our sect's law enforcer. She could easily kill you. You're not a match for her, even with your Golden Body and the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell.”

“My name is Lyra, I came with Princess Thalia Blackfang Of Zurik. I was sent to look for Morrigan, I was told that she would direct me to my corner.” “Are you Princess Thalia's personal maid or just a regular maid in her palace?” The woman asked. “I am her personal maid.” I replied. “I am Morrigan. Follow me.” Said the old maid who sat quietly the whole time.

The three of us turned to her. "I also heard that the future Moon Goddess is the daughter of the current Moon Goddess and His Majesty’s stepfather," she added. Really? "I mean, everyone knows that, right?" she said, laughing nervously. No, I didn’t. "I’ve never heard about it before. So, the future Moon Goddess visiting the Lycan Realm is Vincent’s daughter?" I clarified. Jiya nodded. Oh, so Vincent gave up immortality to marry Charlotte. He must love her deeply.

She cooed at him before touching his face. “You will survive, you will win,” She turned her eyes to her friends. “The last Lycan is still alive..” Her eyes flashed the aura of a powerful witch who was on a mission. She turned her gaze back to the baby. “Lyceon Villin Whitlock!” ************** If you are liking this book please follow me and share your reviews on the story, guys. it means a lot. Thank you so much for reading this book. Enjoy!

“I will be going back for now, he might be looking for me. He said we will be going somewhere. Better be there before he gets angry again. Bye Hephe.” “Goodbye, my lad-wait,” “Yes?” “I have one more thing to tell you, my lady.” “That is?” “Humans die after giving birth to a Lycan offspring.” The mere single statement sent me freezing in my spot for some minutes. My world spiraled in front of my own eyes. My body shook as almost half of my energy was sucked away. “W-what do you mean?”

My long dark hair fell loose around my shoulders, my sharp features hardened by the unrest in my eyes. I was Lyra, daughter of Alpha Darius. Strong. Ambitious. Chosen to stand beside Kael in two weeks’ time. The bond between our packs was about to be sealed through me. Through my marriage. Through my power. This was what I had worked for, what I had prepared for. I was not some fragile thing to be shaken by shadows and faces unseen. And yet, I couldn’t banish the image of the girl from my mind. Why her? Why now?

"I carry a message from the Heir of Silvermoon." Elder Lyra's expression did not change, but her internal elemental presence flickered at the mention of the Heir. She slowly reached out, taking the Obsidian stone. The moment her hand closed around the artifact, the stone exploded with silent, visual energy. It didn't release a destructive blast; it released Aelia's channeled message.