Lyra Dreide Novels & Stories

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

*This* was the sculptor. *"Vessel,"* the figure intoned. *"You carry starlight and rot. The moon's corpse hungers for both."* Kelly stepped forward, her trinity mark burning. "Name yourself." *"I am Lyrath, last daughter of the Ouroboros. You stand on my clan's grave."* The *Kinslayer* shuddered, its heartstone veins darkening. --- **RHYDIAN'S POV** Lyrath's gaze pinned me. *"Ah, the Anchor. How does it feel to be both lock and key?"*

I thought for a split second and realized what Adam meant. I took a breath and closed my eyes, I clenched my fists then straightened my fingers, releasing all my emotions there, the energy that was inside me. Then I feel it. My weapon was already out of my fingers, just like what my Mother’s had. I opened my eyes and looked up, where I was sure the statue of Nos was up there. Right before my eyes. “I am Cyllina Ivybow, daughter of Deruna Ivybow, Dryad of the Elden Wood. My friends and I came here to bring the witch who will pay for her sins in this holy place. Let us in!!”

The feeling of exhaustion slowly faded, replaced by a patient, waiting strength. And Lyra. At thirteen, she was no longer a child, but not yet an adult. She was something in between, a bridge between the spirit of the world and the people living in it. The annual Weaving ceremony had grown into a festival that drew people from every corner of the land. It was a time of joy and sharing.

I will send some of my wolves into the forest to watch you. Emily's heart melted. Even if the alpha wasn't beside her, he was always attentive and protective. He was more eager to protect his queen now that she was about to give birth one of these days. I have the power of the Moon Goddess, Drake. I will not risk my life because the Moon Goddess is with me. ' Emily said thoroughly. Drake knows about it. The elites had already informed him about the power of the moon goddess. There will be a Luna who holds the moon's power bound to him.

“The family that supposedly raised her doesn’t exist. No records, no witnesses, nothing.” “So everything she told me could be lies.” I slammed my fist on the desk. “That manipulative bitch.” “There’s more,” Lydia said quietly. “In my dreams, I see three women. Sisters, I think. They’re connected to something ancient and powerful. One tries to control it, one tries to destroy it, and one tries to contain it.” “Selene and Elara are two of them. Who’s the third?” “I don’t know yet.. And there is no way of saying if it’s them exactly . But Kael, whatever is coming, it’s going to test everything you believe about loyalty and love and sacrifice.”

The old man smiled like a cat who’d already swallowed the canary and was licking cream from his whiskers “Name’s Caedrin wizard wanderer collector of rare and broken things” His gaze slid past her sharp as broken glass to the second rider thundering up the road through curtains of rain Kaelin soaked to the bone hood ripped back by the wind silver hair plastered to her skull Across her saddlebow lay Lyra—still unconscious head lolling blue-silver veins crawling up her throat like living frost. They glowed faintly beneath skin gone nearly translucent lips almost black. Each shallow breath looked borrowed like the next one might be refused

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.”

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the weight of their thoughts. “She’s called Elandra,” Lyra said, breaking the silence, her voice soft but full of the heavy knowledge they all carried. “Born of fire. Twisted by rage.” Jax’s lips curled in a snarl. “I’ve heard stories. They say she once turned an entire pack to ash.” “She doesn’t just destroy bodies,” Rhys added, his voice hard. “She curses souls. Breaks bonds. Leaves wolves hollow.” Aria’s throat tightened. Her stomach churned with a mix of dread and fury. This witch this creature of darkness was coming for her. For them.

I wouldn’t let them do it again. “I need a minute,” I said, standing up slowly. “Stay here. I have to check something important.” I walked out of the study and closed the door softly behind me. The hallway felt too narrow, too quiet. My boots hit the stone floor hard as I paced back and forth, fists clenched tight at my sides. Caius Dren. The name tasted like blood and ash in my mouth. He had killed Lyra Ardenne in cold blood during her own awakening ritual. He had tried to kill Sable too. And now she was here, under my roof, carrying that same ancient power that was fighting to break free.