Lyra Dreide Novels & Stories

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."

“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 elder reassured. Ladia roared, "Make sure it's a good reason, or else I will punish them all for treason!" " Please look at this scroll, and I will explain." "Adelaine Lawrence" Level: 28 AGE-18 Race: Human(Otherworlder) Titles: Hero Class: None Mana-800 ART: Holy Light User Shield Art Dendro Art Language comprehension Growth Purify "Seraphic Domain {Unique}"{Hidden} "Divine Shield{Unique}"{Hidden}

“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.”