Lyra Dreide Novels & Stories

It was a cacophony – a discordant symphony of emotions emanating from multiple points within the sector. 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.

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.

Lyra Elara and I sit in silence as we both continue to ponder what the Northern delegation has planned. But soon, the quiet feels stifling and I feel the need to speak aloud the thoughts assaulting me. The amulet I wear seems to warm against my skin as the threat crystallizes. "Elder Thalia said they need three elements for the binding ritual—the full moon's power, a healer of the Silverspiral bloodline, and the divided heir." I whisper, the small sound loud in the utter silence.

After all, I need a lot of things but I set it aside and choose not to tell her. “Lily?” Michael asked while looking at the mother. “Michael?” The mother named Lily asked. “Yes, how are you?” “I am struggling but I am fine” “Do you know each other?” I asked and looked at them “YES” they both answered. Lily is one of the fallen angels too. Well, former fallen angel because right now she is already a human and she will live forever as a human. She was Lilith before. She is the first wife of Adam but now she is Lily and she has a son and she is pregnant again without any wealth, only struggles in life. She is living for seven- hundred-eighty years now as a human starting the day that she chose

Lyra raged at Lilith, her tone lethal. "Yes, I accept that my game is over. There's no use lying when you've all found out the truth about me. I'm definitely not that bitch, Lila. I'm Lyra Suarez. I killed Lila and stole her face and I don't regret it, I'd do it again if I had the chance. I came here and deceived all of you and I cooked up my master plot but I didn't do all of this alone, Lilith helped me the whole time. She's involved in my whole plan and I'm telling you that she's just pretending to save her own skin. She was working with me but suddenly decided to change sides because she knew I would be caught soon. She's a deceitful brat and she's out to destroy. Think about it, if she

She sat at our feet, her crystalline ears perked up as if she were listening to a conversation that we couldn't hear. "She can speak to it, Mommy," Maya whispered, appearing in the doorway, her voice filled with a quiet awe. "Lyra’s prism isn't just for healing the elders. She’s the only one whose frequency can reach the Stellar Void without being extinguished. She’s the bridge between the world and the dark."

Their eyes glowed faintly aware, instinctive, and yet not fully disciplined. From the horizon, a ripple broke through the pale light. Shadows lengthened unnaturally, bending across the snow, and a faint hum vibrated through the frostlands. Kael’s eyes narrowed. “It’s Eldric… and he’s not alone.” Lyra rose, silver hair catching the first pale rays of the dawn. “He’s bringing reinforcements,” she said quietly. “But not just soldiers… something more. Something unnatural.”