Lyra Dreide Novels & Stories

“I hear things I couldn’t before the ritual. The Moon Tree’s health in excruciating detail. Every divine blessing, in each territory of you… Circle members connected to each wolf emocloud. It's like my awareness grew to include far more than one human being could typically contain.” "I am Lyra," I said finally. “But Lyra who had forty-three other visions now. Who have memory, knowledge and experiences when needed. It is not possession. It is expansion. Integration without erasure." Draven sat silent a long while. Then he confessed his greatest fear. "I fell in love with a woman. An individual. I don’t know how to love half of a congregate god.” That stung, but I got it. "I am still that woma

My features shifted, returning to their normal state. Gasps echoed across the ruins. I looked so much like Sienna—the same dark hair, the same facial shape. But my eyes, once ruby red like hers, now glowed with evil black power. "Yes," I said, loving their shock. "I am Lyra Storm. Last Ruby Wolf of my generation. Mother to the twins who will help me reshape this world." Inside the circle of stones, I could feel the Trial of Power unfolding in another world. My daughter was facing the Guardian now. Soon, she would emerge, filled with the power I needed to finish my work.

Then— …she laughed out. Like actually did… I found myself staring in surprise. What was this place? Did I fall on the wrong side of bed, or..? She gave a small bow to me. “I’m Lyra. Head healer.” Then she turned to leav, but at the door, she paused. “Oh, and one more thing.” I looked up to her slowly. “What?” Her smile widened a little. “Everyone is excited to see the famous Ellia Estrada. Half human..half wolf.”

“The Cradle calls the trinity. Come, or she takes it first.” Lucian’s blade rose, the bond roaring— protect, fight—but I grabbed his arm, the mark burning, the dagger and shard flaring, Lyra’s gasp echoing mine. “She’s not her,” I said, my voice trembling, the bond guiding me. “She’s us.” The flame nodded, her light pulsing, the tear trembling, and the hall shook, the pack’s voices rising—fear, defiance. Sylva stepped forward, her eyes wide, her voice sharp. “Go. Now. The Cradle’s your only chance.”

As the radiance subsided, a figure materialized—a being cloaked in shimmering white, their presence both majestic and enigmatic. The figure extended a hand, their voice a melodious echo that sent shivers down our spines. "I am Lyra, the Guardian of Light," they announced, their words carrying an air of ancient wisdom. "The fate of the Silverwood rests in your hands, but you will need the power of unity to overcome the Weaver's darkness." Our eyes widened, our hearts pounding in our chests. Lyra's arrival, veiled in mystery and hope, marked a turning point in our battle against the Weaver. Their presence promised a force that could tip the scales in our favor.

Darius POV Darius slammed his palm against the stone wall, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The impact sent a dull ache through his arm, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside him. Lyra is Alpha Rhea. But Alpha Rhea of the Crescent Pack was dead. The name still didn’t seem right to him. He had spent years believing the Alpha of the Crescent pack was dead, believing that the woman who was to sit on the throne of the Crescent pack had vanished without a trace. And now, not only was she alive, but she was an Alpha… his ex, technically.

Lyra was forced to act decisively, exposing and neutralizing these internal threats before they could further destabilize Silvermoon. In her quest for the Serpent’s Eye, Lyra faced challenges that stretched her skills and tested her limits. She found herself navigating perilous landscapes, confronting powerful magic users, and overcoming seemingly impossible obstacles. Her knowledge of ancient lore, combined with her exceptional combat skills and strategic mind, allowed her to unravel the Circle’s intricate plans, foiling their schemes at every turn.

She was also an expert by Draken Willow’s side. And who was Draken Willow? He was second only to the north’s Summers family and the second master of the Willow’s, another powerful family. At the same time, he was also a kingpin figure in the north. His methods and abilities were far beyond Draco Summers. As for why Lyra was associated with Draken was a huge conspiracy hidden in their connection. It was a horrifying secret, and if it were ever to be exposed, it would cause an earth-shattering shift. Twilight Crow immediately stood up to pay obeisance to Lyra as the latter entered.

Adrian was now at level eight. With the help of the Divine Frost Slayer Blade, he would not have a problem eliminating opponents of the same level. Although Elio possessed some decent treasures, those items still paled in comparison to the Divine Frost Slayer Blade or the Hellblade. "Let's go,” Elio commanded. "Adrian!" Lyra suddenly emerged from her room. She had changed into a different attire and her hair was tied up. "I'm going with you.” Elio furrowed his brows, carefully observing Lyra. She was only at level eight. If they took her along, she would only be a burden.

Cold dread flooded her veins. Everyone in the territories knew that armor. Even before he lifted his head, Lyra knew. Kael Draven. The Nightfang Alpha stepped forward slowly, boots crunching over shattered glass and ash. Lyra’s legs locked in place. This was the monster who had destroyed her home. Kael stopped a few feet away and studied her. “You’re the Alpha’s daughter,” he said quietly. It wasn’t a question. Lyra swallowed and forced herself to stand straighter. “If you’re going to kill me,” she said, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound brave, “then do it.”