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.”

Lyra's POV I was in the training yard helping set up equipment when I heard her voice. "So you're the famous Lyra." I turned to find Sarah Collins standing a few feet away, arms crossed over her chest. She was one of the wolves who'd awakened during last month's ceremony. Her golden eyes were bright and sharp, fixed on me with an intensity that made my wolf stir uneasily. "Just Lyra," I said, keeping my tone friendly. "Can I help you with something?"

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.”

After staring at her for a while, with worry written all over his face, he nodded and walked away, shutting the door to her bedroom. As soon as he was gone, Lyra threw herself on her bed and screamed into her pillow. Obviously, her Dad would hear her, but he would know she was screaming into her pillow in an attempt to relieve her stress. The words of her Dad rang in her head again. “There are two Alpha’s ruling the pack Lyra. Thus, the pack is divided into two factions, Jaspers faction and Callum’s faction. Both are at rivalry. The peace and rest of our pack rests on your shoulders Lyra. You are to select the right Alpha. And I suggest you do that rightly and quickly, or you would be puttin

she asked, her voice barely audible above the thrum of anticipation that swirled within her. "Here," Cassandra said, running her fingers along a row of books before selecting a particularly worn volume. She placed it gently in Lyra's hands, its pages crackling with an energy that seemed to hum in tune with her own heartbeat. "This tome will introduce you to the various beings that share our world, both seen and unseen." As Lyra opened the book, she was met with intricate illustrations of creatures she had only ever glimpsed in her wildest dreams: winged serpents that coiled around celestial bodies, ethereal spirits cloaked in veils of shimmering starlight, and many more beyond her imaginatio