Lyra Books Novels & Stories

Lyra. White hair, silver eyes, silent mouth. She shoved a folded note into my palm. Mother, you need to see something. Her handwriting trembled. I crouched. “What is it? What’s wrong?” She didn’t write. She pointed to the stairs, urging me to follow. We rushed through the corridors, curiosity gnawing the edges of fear. Lyra led me to the library, where sunlight spilled through arched windows and the dust of old books drifted on air.

a curious classmate asked. Calla glanced at Lyra beside her and asked, "Lyra, are you familiar with her?" Lyra curled her lips, shook her head, and said, "Not really." Calla turned her head and said slowly, "Lyra is the designer of the Love Series!"

I stated, “You really need it, I guess you'll have to reheat the only thing you eat in this house… anyway since you're going into the streets, do you mind grabbing me the second volume of a novel?” “What novel?” “New moon, Stephanie Mayer. You can find it at the bookstore just down the street. And please be careful out there.” “Alright Mrs Lyra Moon.” “I dare you to repeat that.” She gritted. “I wouldn't want to see your wrath ma!” I teased more, knowing she hated anything ma. “And that's it!” She sprang up, but before she could catch up with me, I had already taken a run for it. Jogging around the Streets by this time of the night was really beautiful, I could feel the cold airbrushed my fa

She thanked Principal Salvatore for the talk and left the office, ready to face the next chapter of her life with a renewed sense of understanding and acceptance. As Lyra walked into her room, the weight of the day’s events seemed to press heavily on her shoulders. She needed a release, a way to process everything that had happened. She reached for her diary, a gift she had received some months ago, intended for her private thoughts and as a means to communicate with her deceased sister, Lila. Sitting on her bed, she opened the diary and took a deep breath, hoping that writing might help her clear her mind. Her hand trembled slightly as she picked up the pen, the familiar scratch of ink on p

“Although it happened because Mother was present, I am still so happy that I was acknowledged for once.” “That's great news, Milady.” Lyra said, smiling even wider. “Um, it is.” “Do you wish to celebrate it?” She asked. “Umm, maybe tomorrow or the day after. For now, I need to sleep.” “Okay then, I will put you to bed. Then I will go to the Library and read some books.” “Are you still trying to find out Sable Stormbringer's identity?” “If it would give you rest, then I must.”

I felt the absence like a cold place in the room. “Where’s Lyra?” Caleb asked without looking up. “I don’t think she’ll be joining us,” I replied, breathless. “We can wait,” Lily said. She didn’t look up from the book she held. Her voice was steady but tight. “But we don’t have time to dawdle.” Lily set the book down like it was a live thing. The cover was cracked, the pages browned and smelling of dust and old rain. When she opened it, the two of us leaned in, the others forming a loose semicircle behind.

The sound of the door opening and closing. “Oh god, what have I done?” Lyra was the daughter of the beta of Dark moon pack, also the next in line beta of the future alphas. She has been training with Silas, Ezra and Zayn for years now. She started staying with them permanently after she turned eleven and her father had tried to drown her. Accusing her of being the reason for his mate's death. From that day forward, the triplets became her everything. Her sparring partners. Her confidants. Her family in all but blood.

"Lyra!" someone yelled, shaking me awake, my hand shot to my neck as my eyes flung open to find myself looking into Lilly's. Her gaze reflected the exact same shade of golden brown as her father, Nael's. "You were sweating and tossing around. I thought you were seizing," Lilly explained, unaware of the inner turmoil I was fighting. There was no way she could know what I had just dreamed about or what she had saved me from reliving again. She didn't know about that night when everything went wrong. She didn't know that the fire magic I wielded had once belonged to her brother, or that I treasured it as much as I treasured Ignatius' memory.

Governments mobilized. Markets crashed. Faith exploded. And Lily— Daughter of Lucifer. Former Convergence. Anchor without throne— Opened her eyes. They were not gold. Not crimson. But something new. Horizontal light. And she said— “Link them.” The world held its breath. And the lattice began forming.

Dahynael Ryan Cygnus. The words sent a chill through me. My hands trembled as I looked at Lyra. “Lyra, why does this book carry the words of past Alphas? What is going on?” Her gaze flicked around the room, cautious, and when she finally spoke, concern edged every syllable. “I’m afraid I can’t say. But you can ask Alpha Alek—he might answer you. For now… maybe it’s best if you start thinking about the funeral. It must be done within three days.”