Lyra Books Novels & Stories

“You have stirred old debts, broken sacred chains, and now the truth comes calling.” I frowned. “Polite way of saying ‘You are doomed’? Asking for a friend.” She did not laugh. “You are… complicated.” Her gaze flicked past me. The Rift pulsed as if it were alive. “Lyra, child of no wolf, hollow by decree, born soulless, cursed from your first breath, not by fate, but by punishment.” “Punishment?” I asked, incredulous. “For what? I mean, I tripped over my own feet once. Does that count?”

She wasn’t going to allow Ezra mark her and she was certain about that. While still in the library, she heard noise of men chattering approaching and she grunted as she knew Ezra was here once more to disturb her. “This is Lyra; she is one of the members of the pack” apparently Ezra had brought a strange guest who he wanted to introduce to her. She hesitated before accepting the handshake from the man before her and eventually retired back to her reading without saying anything more. “I must say the she is quite a book addict” the man stated and Ezra simply chuckled.

A second later, a warm hand brushed a lock of silver-blonde hair from her forehead. Lyra cracked one eye open. "You're trying to butter me up," she murmured groggily. Her grandmother smiled down at her, elegant as ever in her pearl buttoned cream robe. "Always." Grandpa entered behind her, holding a thick leather bound book like it was a sacred relic or a very heavy threat. Lyra sighed dramatically and pulled the blanket over her head. "Oh no. The Ledger is here. Something terrible is about to happen." "It's not that terrible,"

“Go on, pretend to be strong. But you’re nothing. Even your mate and your own children cast you aside. You think you can frighten me with one slap? I will not stop until I carve Rory out of this pack. And if you stand in my way, Lyra… I’ll destroy you too.” Lyra’s face crumpled as if the words had landed like knives. Without another word, she turned sharply and stormed from the chamber, slamming the door behind her. Celina rocked her child with shaking hands, her whisper sharp and deadly. “No one will steal my child’s crown. No one.”

Lyra’s POV Entering the library, I cradled the stack of books in my arms, remnants of my recent exchange with Lucy. The scent of aged parchment filled the air, mingling with the faint hint of dust. My eyes eagerly scanned the room, searching for a glimpse of Lucy amidst the rows of towering bookshelves, but she eluded my sight.

"Yes, of course. Thank you for showing me this room. It's lovely." Maria nodded, clearly relieved. "I'll leave you to your tea, then." Alone in the cozy space, Lyra ran her fingers along the spines of the books. Many were novels—classics, mysteries, romances. She pulled one out at random and found a neat signature inside the cover: ‘Elisabeth Blackwood’ Ryker's mother. Lyra replaced the book carefully and moved to the reading chair, settling into its embrace. The room felt different from the rest of the house—lived-in, personal, almost sacred.

But how? Lyra sat on the cold floor, her back against the rough stone wall, her mind racing through every detail of the prophecy that Elias had shared with her. She hated to admit it, but she needed his knowledge to understand the intricacies of the ritual. She had the raw power within her, but Elias had the wisdom to guide her. Without it, she feared she might walk into the same trap Kieran had set for her—only this time, there would be no escape.

" okay, great. So, I'll be needing your Facebook or Instagram handle. " " oh, it's Freya Forsythe. Facebook. " "okay. I'd get a way to contact you from there." "I'm leaving." Lyle said. He could no longer take any of these, and he also couldn't walk up to her, and forcefully take her away from the strange guy she was talking to. " what's up with you?" Byron asked. He saw how uneasy Lyle was feeling. "nothing, I just wanna leave, before I do something I might regret."

“Okay. Story about a coat.” Lyra sat on the edge of the bed and reached for one of the books on the shelf. Her hand hovered over a battered copy of *Little Red Riding Hood*—then veered away. There are no big bad wolves tonight. She picked a different one instead. Something about a small dragon who refused to learn how to roar properly and became a doctor instead. As she read, Luna’s eyelids drooped. Her fingers loosened on the stuffed wolf. Her breathing slowed, evened out.

Lyra’s POV I was in the library again the next day, enjoying my solitude that Kael was giving me while I healed. I didn’t know how long it would last, but I intended to make use of every second. I had chosen two books to bring back to my room for my research, one was about pack law and the other about territory lines. I was completely absorbed in them when I walked out of the library, so absorbed that I didn’t see that someone was coming into the library.