Lyra Books Novels & Stories

Lyra blurts, sitting up. I glance at her. "Yeah, can’t you?" She frowns. "No. It’s just weird-ass pictures to me." I roll my eyes. "Then what the hell are you doing here?" Lyra scoffs, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "First of all, you’re welcome for my presence. And second, I’m brainstorming." She gestures to the books. "There’s actually a lot of interesting stuff in here. A lot of weird stuff that doesn’t make sense."

“The Ascendant thinks she can survive the storm of magic, jealousy, and desire. But she doesn’t understand… she is mine. All of her. Every spark of power. Every breath. Every heartbeat.” The Wraith’s whispers curled around her mind, insidious, intoxicating. It wanted her fully, completely—herself, her power, her essence. But she could feel Rylan beneath her, golden energy weaving into hers, protective, possessive, unyielding. She would not yield—not to him, not to Kade, not to Lucien, not to the Wraith. Lyra’s eyes flared white-gold, hair rising with static energy as she screamed, unleashing a surge of Ascendant power so fierce it knocked intruders off their feet. The hall shimmered, walls c

“Has been for hours.” I knocked once, then entered. Moonlight flooded the room, curtains drawn wide. Lyra sat cross-legged on the floor, the pendant resting against her sternum, both hands cupped around it like she was holding something fragile. She looked up as I entered. Her eyes were too bright. “You feel it too,” she said. It wasn’t a question. “Yes,” I replied, closing the door behind me. She nodded, gaze drifting back to the moon. “It’s like echoes. Not voices. Not exactly. Just…pressure. Like something knocking from the inside of the world.”

“The circle’s closing in, Sybil. Careful. You’ll get trapped inside.” “Let. Go. Of. Me.” Mrs. Leyton says, her voice cold. “The dark servants are almost here,” Bea whispers, a sudden note of desperation in her voice. “Discordia?” Robert suddenly calls out. “Is that you? Come out from there.” I sneak a peek over the edge of the book. He’s looking towards the punch stand. Where Grace is hiding. I see a flash of blue, and dark blonde curls bouncing as Grace makes a dash for it and disappears into the crowd.

Lyra My life is measured by the tick of a clock I cannot see. One. Scrub the floors until your hands bleed. Two. Keep your eyes on the ground so the Alpha’s daughter doesn’t see you crying. Three. Pray that tonight is the night everything changes. Tonight was the Moon-Binding Ceremony. In our world, this was the night your soul finally found its match. For ten years, I had lived as a "Rankless" servant in the Crescent Moon Pack. I was an orphan, a girl with no wolf and no power. My only hope was Caleb, the future Alpha.

Few hours later,Lyra was almost done cleaning the library,she had been assigned by th3 head maid since she was done with her previous work. As she cleaned the shelf,she stared at the beautiful books. Her love for reading made her curiously pick up a book. Blood Moon Pack Laws for Women. Interesting,she opened it smiling as she read the first line.. Women in Blood Moon are rare gold wrapped in the most beautiful silk... "What are you doing?" She froze,her trembling hands let go off the book and it fell. She quickly bent down picking it. She immediately remembered beta Drake’s rule;don't look at the alpha.

She held a warm cup of spiced cider in her hands, her crimson eyes glowing with quiet, overflowing happiness as she watched her husband and daughters. "Are they both comfortable?" Veyra asked softly, her voice barely a whisper above the crackle of the fire. Gareth looked up, a gentle, radiant smile touching his lips. "Perfectly comfortable. Though I am under strict instructions from the Big Sister not to skip a single page." "Not even one," Liora confirmed earnestly, patting the leather cover of the book. "Lyra needs to hear the whole story so she knows how the brave dragon saved the star."

I said, my voice shaking only slightly as I stood my ground and stared directly into her eyes. "Friendship is such a simple word for what Elias and I share, but Xavier doesn't need to know all the boring details of my social life, does he?" she whispered, leaning in so close that only I could hear her, and I saw her hand tighten around the little girl’s wrist until the child winced. "Is there a problem, Lyra?" Xavier asked, looking up from his daughter, his eyes darting between us as he sensed the sudden shift in the room's temperature.

“Are you going to tell him the whole truth, or are you still hiding behind your bond?” Rigel froze, his jaw tightening. “What is he talking about?” I asked, turning to Rigel. Rigel’s expression darkened, but before he could respond, a soft knock echoed through the room. Lyra stepped in, her presence immediately commanding attention. She held a small, leather-bound book in her hands, her lips curled in that familiar, enigmatic smile. “Am I interrupting something?” she asked, her tone light but her eyes sharp. “What do you want?” Rigel snapped, stepping protectively in front of me.

If it is really true, just like I have always suspected, that Lyra is a Chimera, then she is more than just an Alpha. I whispered softly. “So what you are saying is that she’s some kind of forgotten queen?” “She’s more than that.” Thorne said. “She’s balanced. She’s the one the moon turned away from—because she carries both light and shadow.” Thorne chuckled. “I still can't believe all of this. We are talking about Lyra, a girl who was barely an Omega.” “No. She was never an Omega. They made her one.” I said and remembered the force of energy I have felt from Lyra over and over again. “She was no Omega.”