Lyra Dreide Novels & Stories

I have waited for years to be a part of that event that would shape the werewolf history for eternity, yet the goddess gives it away to a mere girl. “You should mind your threats; you act too much like a beast.” I warned Idris. He scoffed. “I am a beast, Selene,” Idris mutters, jaw clenched. “So speak plainly before I tear down this place.” I sighed. “What you think you know of Lyra isn't all there is to it. She is much more than that. Caelan too. You've only seen a small part of it.” “What else is there?” Idris frowned.

The Crescent Pack. “You did?” her Dad said as he stepped forward in between them staring hardly at Jasper. “You were not supposed to see her or meet her until today. You know the rules” her Dad gritted, annoyance seeping through his words. “Davies” Jasper started as he stepped forward hoping the act would calm Lyra’s Dad. “I had no idea who she was when we met” “Dad, what do you mean rules?” Lyra said ignoring their dialogue. “Both Alphas are not meant to see you nor have any thing to do with you until you return.”

“But let us be reasonable, the girl is with the dark ruler of Astaroth. She is with Ryder.” Both Xanth’s and Iris’ eyes shot wide open and she gasped a little. Xanth was surprised, it never crossed his mind that they had been talking about Lyra, never had he imagined that they would recognize her as a Khione despite the fact that she didn’t show. And what was this talk about her mother coming? She had a living Khione mother? “Ryder is a formidable foe.” He could recognize the voice of Kye when he spoke. “But Syrana should not be underestimated, she is the clan’s leader, a powerful aged Khione and a mother as well.”

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

"Destroy yourself or destroy everything you love. Those are your only options now." Lyra's hand reached toward the offered crown. Then stopped. "No," she said quietly. Everyone froze. "No?" Lord Caius asked. "You reject the Silver Crown?" "I reject all of this." Lyra's Crownfire blazed. "The crowns. The thrones. The prophecies. All of it." She looked at her mother. At Rowan. At the assembled court. "I am Lyra Nightshade. Daughter of Elena and Marcus. Heir to the Shadowlands throne." Her voice grew stronger. "I am also Lyra, Luna of the North. Mate to Rowan. Queen to my people there."

The sound of the door opening and closing. “Oh god, what have I done?” Lyra was the daughter of the beta of Dark moon pack, also the next in line beta of the future alphas. She has been training with Silas, Ezra and Zayn for years now. She started staying with them permanently after she turned eleven and her father had tried to drown her. Accusing her of being the reason for his mate's death. From that day forward, the triplets became her everything. Her sparring partners. Her confidants. Her family in all but blood.

My heart was in far more pain than I could think of. “The Alpha is mine, you hear me. He doesn't want an ugly-looking hag like you, he craves something fresh, and I'm glad you can't give it to him as I do.” Another chuckle echoed behind me. I knew it was her other twin, the dumb one who couldn't make a decision without Tracy. “I was expecting drama but I didn't expect it to be so heated. What's going on?” She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet.

Lyra’s Pov I couldn’t believe both of them. I had a feeling she had a hand in the dress incident, and now she just confirmed it. Not to talk of how fast she switched up when she saw alpha Drax. She truly wants to be picked by all means. I stared at Alpha Drax wondering if truly he harbored great feelings for her, and if he will truly dispose of me if the curse doesn’t so she could raise my child. He’s not just mean, ruthless, scary, but also a manipulative, two faced man? What was I expecting?

You don't scare us. "You ought to be," Ardyn remarked. "I am the only person to whom the Spire reports. It will now serve as your grave. This time, the shadows surged towards them, but they were more powerful, swift, and unrelenting. Despite Zara and Elara's best efforts, the darkness seemed to go on forever. Meanwhile, with her hands shaking, Lyra walked towards the sphere. "What are you doing?" Zara yelled. "I can put an end to this!" Lyra sobbed. "But you must believe me!"

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