Lyra Dreide の小説・ストーリー

Now seeing her twin who is falling into the sin and the taboo of its sealed memory, can she save the one she needed to before the time runs out THE MYSTERIES JAIRA REN FERRIER Created by the shard of the original Flame Prince and Holder of the elemental Fire and Zodiac Leo, Raiden, she is a fragment of the heart of the prince that possesses the ability of the healing flame of white. She is the puppeteer, thus is granted the ability of necromancy which she binds with loyalty among the commandments as their commander and task to be the two-faced coin between the ‘YIN AND YANG’. Quiet and often being seen alone, she holds the key of the maiden's past and will lead the maiden into the truth and

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?”

POV: Lyra The SUV was deadbeat when it arrived. "It was all I could get at such short notice, Lyra." Dre had told me on the phone. "The driver is my boy and can be trusted. Besides, you don't need anything fancy and attention grabbing on such a move, or do you?" "Anything you say and do is fine by me. I just need to get out of here." I replied "The nursing home is in a secluded area of the city and it's perfect. I know a lot of people there and they owe me favours." He told me.

"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.

She felt like she had seen him somewhere before. "How long has it been?" Tristan pulled Baby adrian's hand and walked in. He pulled out the stool on the side. "Have a seat," he said, glancing at Lyra. Lyra sat down rather stiffly. In front of Black Tail and the others she was very relaxed, but here, she felt her entire being go wrong. Seeing Lyra sit down, Tristan picked up Baby adrian and sat next to her. "This is my cub, his human name is Adrian ambrose, four years and six months old."