Lyra Dreide Novels & Stories

I stood behind her so that they would have a full view of her; after all, she was the Luna. “On behalf of the alpha, I want to specially welcome you all to our pack, Axelland,” Lyra said warmly, her voice carrying authority yet kindness. “Most of you know me as I have been with you for the past year. But for those who don’t know me, my name is Lyra. I am Damien’s mate, and this is Denise, his sister. He has been incredibly busy, but he extends his wishes and says he will come and see you when he has the time.”

“You felt it, didn’t you? The faint echo of what she truly is.” I nodded. “I felt… a potential. A power that needs understanding.” Lyra sighed, a long, drawn-out sound. “She is a Tribrid , Lysander. A creature of three bloodlines. A rare, dangerous, and incredibly powerful combination. And the cold you sense… that is the nascent vampire blood, not yet awakened, but stirring.” My mind processed the information. A Tribrid. I’d heard whispers in ancient texts, but never believed them. If true, this girl was a weapon. Or a threat. Either way, she was a secret.

Her posture was steady but careful, like she knew every eye was on her. Her eyes lifted to mine. One silver. One gold. My heart stopped. “Lyra?” I whispered. She blinked slowly, almost curious, almost shy. “Partly.” Gemma clutched her chest. “Oh moon…” The girl stepped toward us and lowered herself beside Ivy, touching her shoulder with small fingers. Power flickered from her touch, warm and cold at the same time. “I am Lyra Seren Draven,” she said softly. “Both halves. Both truths.”

But no one was present, so I went back to the first room and took a right turn. I was greeted by another room filled with neatly arranged bunk beds but this time around three maids were seated on the floor counting coins. Two seemed old, the other seemed younger. I cleared my throat to get their attention. “Good day Ma'am how may we help you?” The younger maid asked. “I am looking for Morrigan.” I replied. “Is there a problem?” One of the older maids asked. “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.”

Now she stood at the center of the chamber, every eye on her. And she didn’t flinch. “The girl returns,” sneered Elder Vorek, his fur-lined mantle heavy with silver rank. His ancient eyes glinted beneath the crown of thorns woven from sacred ashwood. “And now she thinks herself a flame reborn.” Lyra raised her chin. “I don’t think so. I know it.” The dozen elders murmured. Some with interest. Others with disdain. “I stand here as Lyra Vale. Daughter of Elira of the Celestial Blood. Survivor of betrayal. Heir to the Moonbreaker line.”

she points to the priests as they enter the room, filtering in around the massive gold throne, “You’d have been raised as a priestess, a great and rare honor, and you would have come to this throne gladly, willing to make your sacrifice.” “Sacrifice,” I lift my head to meet her gaze. “What are you planning to do, Lyra? I thought you needed me to open the void.” Is she really willing to risk it all based on the mad rantings of a few old drakes? As she walks me over to the chair Lyra pats my hand. “Oh sweet sister, if you fail at this task and fall here, it won’t be for naught. Our agents work now to retrieve your heir--Nox I believe you named him? A fitting name for a shadow drake.”

she whispered, “let mine be her light.” I reached for her, but she vanished like smoke. “She thinks I’m dead,” I said softly. Kael’s voice was low. “She must. The priesthood will twist her grief into something holy — and weaponize it against you.” I clenched my jaw. “Then I’ll find her before they do.” He stepped closer. “Not yet. The Rift still binds you. Your mortal body would tear apart outside its veil.” “I don’t care,” I said. “You should,” he replied, almost gently. “You are my fate now, Lyra. And fate must be tempered before it’s unleashed.”

“Then who?” Queen Isolde nudged the charred leather strip with her boot. “The message is clear. Someone doesn’t want her past uncovered.” “But why?” Lyra demanded, voice raw. “I’m no one. I grew up with a tiny pack in the Ironwood. My mother was human, my father a wolf who died when I was a baby. There’s nothing special about me.” Silence fell. Isolde and Kade exchanged a look. Rylan’s expression hardened.

In that moment, with the world teetering on the brink of war and the bonds of family and pack stretched to their breaking point, I made my choice. "Enough!" I roar, my voice carrying an otherworldly power that silences everyone instantly. I feel that same energy from before coursing through me, my skin glowing with an ethereal light. I turn to face the assembled wolves, Moonfire and Shadowmoon alike. "I am Lyra Nightshade," I declare, my voice ringing with authority I didn't know I possessed. "Daughter of two worlds, heir to ancient magics, and protector of all those who seek peace between realms. I will not let fear pr, prejudice, or petty power struggles tear us apart. Not when real enemie

My palms hovered above it. I closed my eyes, shutting the noise in the camp and allowing my mind to wrap around the crystal. “I am Lyra,” I whispered. “Daughter of Aurora. I seek not power, but purpose. I’m ready! I want to understand. To protect what’s left of my people.” The crystal pulsed once, then twice. Suddenly, a gush of wind swept through me lifting my hair above my shoulder, causing goosebumps to creep under my skin. My eyeballs began to roll rapidly underneath my eyelids.