Lyra Dreide Novels & Stories

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.

If this really was Adley, why was she in here and was she just another player in this confusing game? “Oh, wow. I can practically see the little gears in your head turning.” She giggled, sounding much like herself. “Is this real? Are you a part of Iridian?” I asked, my voice turning low and serious. I needed to know; I needed to know if my second closest friend was working against me this entire time. “We’re all a part of Iridian, Rachel.” Adley replied, matter-of-factly. “We’re all contestants in a game that’s been playing longer than even our great grandparents can recall.”

--- Scene 1: Dreams of Fire and Ice That night, Iris’s dreams carried her into the astral plane. She found herself walking barefoot on a frozen lake beneath a crimson sky. Each step sent cracks spiraling beneath her feet, and in the reflection below, she saw two versions of herself—one cloaked in radiant light, the other draped in swirling shadow. “You cannot choose both,” came a voice like shattered glass. Lyra emerged from the darkness, her figure limned in black flames, holding a dagger that dripped liquid void. “Your children will destroy everything unless you submit. Give Nyx to me, and I will spare Aurelion.”

"What information did they bring?" Lyra held his gaze. "Aldrian is gathering an army. He has a weapon. A blade forged in the blood of a wolf-less woman. He plans to use it to kill me before the twin moons align." The council fell silent. Even Varya seemed caught off guard. "And you believe this?" Aldric asked. "I believe the man who brought his daughter to us was telling the truth." Lyra's voice was calm, certain. "He had nothing to gain by lying. And everything to lose."

“These are the finest quarters in the Obsidian Tower. You will be pampered beyond your primitive dreams.” Lyra stepped forward. “And who are you?” “Lady Isolde Veyra, High Court Noble and former favored consort candidate of the High Lord.” A cruel smile curved her lips. “I have waited centuries for him to choose a mate. And then you arrived — a soft, magicless little human — and suddenly he looks at no one else.” Isolde circled Lyra slowly, like a predator assessing prey. “Enjoy his fleeting obsession while it lasts. He will use you until your womb runs dry, then discard you like all the rest. When that day comes, I will be there to watch you shatter.”

The brand burned against Melinda’s skin as she screamed. And then she was dragged away—alone, broken, forgotten. That night, Freya stood on the palace balcony, staring out at the moon. Kandrix stepped beside her, slipping his fingers through hers. Louis and Jasper soon followed, resting their heads lightly against her shoulders. “You won,” Kandrix whispered. Freya shook her head gently. “No. We did.” She looked down at her sleeping children in the nursery below. The heirs of the Lycan throne. Born not just of royalty… …but of resilience. Of light and shadow. And finally, peace.