Lyra Dreide Novels & Stories

Lyra warned. "When I helped Connor make you disappear as a child, I was going to keep you for myself. How funny would it have been to raise you as my own after your father rejected and tried to kill me? He was supposed to mate with me. Not that human bitch Darina. All I wanted was to feel wanted, and I deserved to be the queen. Maybe I was going to kill him and take over, but I would have enjoyed the title of queen for a little while. He stole that from me. I'm not going to let you, and Ryder do it too. I'm done playing games. It's time for you to learn what I do when someone tries to keep me from what I deserve." Cressida could feel that she was getting closer to Zoe. Her energy spell was s

I whispered, standing firmly on my feet. “Because she is the goddess of Chaos, this is Eris,” Stefan growled, removing his grip from her throat, not breaking the gaze. “Wait— so are you tell me, the stories our mother told us, are true?” Damon uttered. “I think it's more than that,” Stefan muttered, still staring into the goddess's eyes, “I think they knew each other,” “Yes I did, and I knew Lilith II, I also knew the first and it's an honor to meet the third,” she smiled, staring at me.

I straightened, brushing a strand of hair from my face, heart still galloping like mad. He clasped his hands behind his back, then leaned forward just slightly. “Let’s try again. I am Kael'tharis. Firstborn of the Shattered Flame. Keeper of the Celestial Will. Scourge of the Ninth Sky, and the last of the Starblooded clan.” His glowing eyes narrowed. “And you are?” I swallowed, wiped the sweat from my upper lip and managed to speak. “Lyra Graves.” He stared. I cleared my throat. “Uh, hi?”

Isabella said, her eyes narrowing as they landed on me, and for a split second, I saw a flash of pure, unadulterated terror in her gaze before she masked it with a smirk. "This is Lyra, my new Executive Secretary, and she is the reason Elias Marcus is currently being fitted for a pair of handcuffs, so I suggest you keep your comments to yourself," Xavier replied, while he walked over to the little girl and knelt down to give her a brief, stiff hug.

"She doesn't know.” "This is even better than I thought.” Calvin grinned. I pushed down the feeling of dread that arose in me as I locked eyes with my step mother "What are you talking about?” Lydia's fingers reached for my hair and tucked some brown strands behind my ear "You're leaving tomorrow morning, Lyra.” I searched her face for any sign of bluff. "The Alpha king of Crimson Fang pack arrives here tomorrow morning, for the inspection of the treaty the Alpha of Ironclaw pack will offer"

Every ceremony needs an altar and Zlo lacked the imagination for anything else. The marble suddenly began to roil and bubble, viscous as blood. Its hidden treasures were revealed and the marble subsided, quiet and cold once more. On the altar lay the seedling sprouting from its small pocket of soil, the gold harmonicus, a familiar-looking switchblade and a still, four-legged form with splayed wings. “Fierce!” Ilyria cried out, unable to stop herself. She clamped her hand over her mouth as she tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to overwhelm her.

Lyra, assembling her team, chose a diverse group: Anya, the historian whose knowledge of ancient civilizations now rivaled the legends themselves; Kairos, the young telepath whose empathy resonated with unparalleled strength; and Xylia, a brilliant Xylosian engineer known for her unorthodox solutions. Their vessel, the latest iteration of the Echo Seeker, skimmed through the cosmic expanse, its scanners struggling to decipher the discordant symphony. As they ventured deeper into the Fractured Chords, the emotions intensified – fear, anger, paranoia, and a chilling, pervasive sense of distrust.

Drena whispered something in his ear, and he nodded, his eyes moving on to the next candidate. The next to present herself was Lyri, daughter of Counsellor Hallum and Lady Ansher. She was a petite redhead with a mischievous grin and a sparkle in her eye. "Greetings, Alpha Thane," Lyri said, her voice bubbly. "I'm Lyri, and I'm here to show you that even the smallest packages can hold the biggest surprises." Lyri's brother, Molnad, chucked at his sister's sass. Drena smiled as well, as Thane focused on the next candidate.

“You win, you always win.” “No,” I say, and I stand, Draven holding me up. “I survive, there’s a difference.” Caiden laughs, it’s hollow. “Lyra’s gone, she ran when the witch died. The debt is dead, her power is dead, she’s nothing now.” Good. She should run. I turn to Draven. “We’re done, no more curses, no more debts. Just us.” He nods, pressing his forehead to mine. “Just us, and them.”

Layla's POV: The last few lectures have been about things such as werewolves, witches, and vampires. The Professor has also spoken in depth about the history of Draphend and its association with the supernatural. I am eager to learn more about these beings, hoping to find out more about myself as well as the Draven family. The night Mr Draven hired me he told me of the family's secret. They are vampires. He assured me I was in no danger as they fulfill their thirst for blood on animals. For some strange reason I felt at ease as soon as I entered the Draven manor. I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires.