Lyra Dreide Novels & Stories

"I reject her." Lyra felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if a knife had been plunged into her heart. The words were like a death sentence, final and irreversible. But she knew she couldn't stay silent. She had to reveal the truth. "I am not just a slave," Lyra said, her voice trembling but firm. "I am Lyra Nightshade, daughter of Alpha Nightshade of the Silvermoon pack. I am an Alpha by blood." Kael's smirk faded, replaced by a look of shock and anger. "You dare to claim such a title?" he snarled. "You, who have been nothing but a thorn in our side?"

“They should’ve drowned her when they had the chance.” Her heartbeat pounded like a warning drum in her chest. She didn’t cry. Not anymore. She’d wasted all her tears before she ever turned thirteen. Alpha Dren stepped into the circle, his voice loud, commanding. “Tonight, the Goddess will mark her chosen. Let the strong shift and claim their birthright.” He turned to Lyra then, his lips curling in disdain. “And let the cursed finally meet their end.” The howl rose from the crowd—wild, eager. The pack craved blood more than moonlight.

Xavier released her, and she slumped against the cave wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "My name is Lyra," she said. "I was one of her followers. I believed in her. But then I saw what she really was. What she does to the people who trust her. And I ran." "Ran where?" "Here. I've been hiding for weeks." She looked at me. "You're her, aren't you? The Drakos heir." "I am." Lyra's eyes filled with tears. "She's going to attack. At dawn. Tomorrow. The mountain pass that leads to the Drakos stronghold."

Her light intertwined with the shadow threads, transforming the deadly spikes into strands of golden energy that arched and expanded across the chamber. Astraen’s glow flared beside her. “Lyra… the bond is complete. Embrace it fully.” Lyra closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She felt the weight of the worlds on her shoulders—the cities, the forests, the oceans, the countless lives touched by the Rift King’s ambition. She felt the fears, the doubts, the grief of the past trials. And then she felt the light, the bond, and the promise of balance.

Nebula, her voice quivering, confessed, "It's reminding me of my family, of days filled with laughter and warmth." Sasha reached out, grasping Nebula's hand. "We're your family now. Hold onto us." Suddenly, from the dense underbrush, a figure emerged. Dressed in tattered rags, with wild hair and eyes that held a mad gleam, she danced to the tune, drawing them in with every step. "Who are you?" demanded Draken, trying to keep his voice steady. She laughed, the sound echoing eerily. "I am Lyria, the keeper of lost memories. The song you hear is the lament of forgotten dreams. Can you withstand its allure?"

I remembered seeing Cole and Ria, and after that. Nothing. Nothing at all. Cold fear crawled up my spine. This... This wasn't right. Someone had done this. Someone had... My thoughts were interrupted by slow clapping. I looked up. Ria stepped through the crowd with a triumphant smile spread across her face. She looked as though she'd been waiting her entire life for this moment. "Well..." She said loudly enough for everyone to hear. "Our little innocent Lilith is finally awake." No one defended me, no one shunned her, if anything, they jeered her up.

My stomach growled loudly. Mara watched me take the first bite, then asked, “You ready to tell us what happened? Who is after you?” I swallowed and looked at Cole. He gave me a small nod, so I took a breath and started. “My name is Lyra. I’m from the Moonshadow Pack. There’s another alpha named Darius. He’s powerful and dangerous. He wanted me… wanted my baby. He said the child is special, not an ordinary wolf. His men attacked the car I was in, and we crashed into the river and went over a cliff into the water.”

“Thank you. I knew I could count on you.” “Always,” Blake said. But then her posture froze. Her eyes widened. She went still. “What’s wrong?” Lydia asked. And then she felt it too. The air shifted. The crowd parted. The third Lycan prince strode toward them—tall, broad-shouldered, with long dark hair that shimmered under the lights. His golden eyes locked onto Blake. He didn’t speak. Just walked straight up and pulled her into his arms. “Mate,” he growled.

not your witch side. When she came of ascending age, she realized she had more power than a normal Lycan witch. She harnessed that power and became the High Priestess of her original coven. When I met her, she was on her way to becoming Queen. She was doing what we thought was impossible. She was bringing the communities together. Lycan’s, witches, werewolves, and hybrids all living in one community. Working together. She did that. She was extraordinary woman, and I was lucky she was my mate. After her coronation there were some who were completely against what she was trying to create. My father was one of them. Being the Emperor of all lycans and werewolves, he felt like his rank was bein

“You all knew her as Mia, the woman who rose from nothing. But what you didn’t know, what none of you could have known is that she was never just Mia. She was Lyra Draven, daughter of Nathan and Lucy Draven. Heir of Moonshine. Twin to Nyla.” Gasps rippled through the room. “She was betrayed,” Damion continued, his voice rough with the weight of truth. “Killed by her own blood, by those she trusted most. But the Moon Goddess does not abandon the innocent. Lyra was reborn in Mia’s body when Mia daughter of beta Sinclair took her own life.” Gasps and murmurs rippled like fire through the crowd. “Sucide?” someone spat. “A witch’s trick,” another muttered. “Rebirth? Impossible.”