Lyra Dreide Novels & Stories

If he reaches it before us, he will have stone, blood, and whatever bones the first rites left behind. He will not need a throne if he can wake the root. Lira steps beside me. Her shoulder nearly brushes my arm. “Say it,” she says. I keep my voice low. “He isn’t running.” “No.” Behind us, Lily stands with ash and salt drying on her skin. Her hand rests over the child Draven may already be trying to reach. Lira’s hand is near her own belly, protective without thinking. Two children. Two marks. One man who thinks every future needs his name carved into it.

And tonight, for the first time, the honor of igniting that light did not belong to the Alpha or the Luna. From the shadows of the southern archway, a figure emerged. A collective, breathless sigh rippled through the hundreds of wolves gathered in the temple. Lyra walked into the moonlight. She was eighteen years old, a breathtaking, impossible amalgamation of the two people who stood on the dais. She had inherited Xander’s tall, athletic build and the dark, silken cascade of his hair, but she moved with the quiet, ethereal grace of her mother. She wore a ceremonial gown of deep forest green, entirely devoid of heavy furs or ostentatious jewels, carrying herself with a sovereign humility tha

"The contents of this invite proves my very right to enter the Lycan's kingdom where the contract renewal is bound to be held." "The contract renewal will go as planned even without the Queen Luna's presence." Quinn narrowed his eyes as though warning me to back off. "That's just another way of discriminating me from all this, my lord." I know he'll bite back from this. "Leaxandra, darling, you are Lumina's Luna. No form of discrimination shall be thrown your way." He came closer to cup my chin up and force me to look him straight in the eye. "But your inclusion from this trip is a risk I cannot take."

Chapter 33 The night after the Bloodlit Trial was heavy with silence. Raven felt the weight of their eyes wherever she walked, some bowed in respect, others avoided her gaze entirely. They had seen her wolf and had felt the divine surge in her howl. For many, that power was awe-inspiring. For others,it was terrifying and dangerous. Lyandra’s Draikos was the one who twisted that seed into poison. The sister of Malrik, she was beautiful in the sharp way of venomous things.

“If she can’t help then we will contact Dee, but Dee is trying to avoid the place until Xavier is older, especially since Draknar is here.” A few minutes later the gorgeous, young half Mage, Lycan, werewolf tribrid shows up with her mentor, looking as if she were just as mystical as the goddess herself. “What do you ask of me brother?” Deirdre asks Dylan. “What do you know of the Fae realm and do you have a way of tracking a half werewolf, half Chimera Fae and bringing them to their mate?” Dylan asks. I watch carefully, seeing amusement light her eyes. “Oooh! Chimera Fae. A fun breed of fae from what I hear and very…well…I won’t say it here. Is there a second of the pairing? They are always

“Who are the others? The other coin holders?” She leaned forward, her expression a stark portrait of gravity. “The second is Adrix, a powerful mage who co-manages the information guild in Riverwood with Duke Noctis. The third is a young man named Finnian. He’s a cartographer, a reader of ancient tongues. There is a power in him, but it sleeps.” “So they’re all in Riverwood,” I pieced together, my mind racing. “Adrix works with the Duke. Finnian works for the Duke. But Lyra… Lyra is on the outside.”

“Grrrrrr, you push the limits of my patience, how are you so certain, I won’t just get annoyed and kill you?” “Because you need me as leverage over Hades.” There is silence for a few moments, and the only sounds are his heavy breathing, as he reigns in his temper. “Roman, I am Roman Glass former beta of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now Alpha of the Dark Eclipse Rogue Pack.” Wow, I didn’t expect that, but I keep a stoic face. “I am Lydia, daughter of Wendy and Carlos Moon.” The shock, I see cross his face is worth every inch of my scars on my back. It is clear he never expected me to survive.

Lydia’s next words landed like a physical blow which shattered the last of my composure. “She is his mate, Lillian. The Moon Goddess herself ordained it. Alpha Kael’s daughter, Elara, is Drake’s true, destined mate.”

My long dark hair fell loose around my shoulders, my sharp features hardened by the unrest in my eyes. I was Lyra, daughter of Alpha Darius. Strong. Ambitious. Chosen to stand beside Kael in two weeks’ time. The bond between our packs was about to be sealed through me. Through my marriage. Through my power. This was what I had worked for, what I had prepared for. I was not some fragile thing to be shaken by shadows and faces unseen. And yet, I couldn’t banish the image of the girl from my mind. Why her? Why now?

"But understand this, Nadia Dawnfire. If you fail, if Maya gets the Anchor and uses it against us, the Council will disavow all knowledge of this agreement. You will be on your own." "We are used to that," I said. Lyra stood up from her seat. "I will go with you. I know the Vault of Echoes. I helped design its wards." Grendel looked shocked. "Lyra, you cannot–" "I can," she said, her voice final. "I have spent centuries sitting in this chair, watching the Council make mistakes. It is time I did something to fix them. The Triarchy will have my aid." She walked down from her seat and stood beside us. Three mates and a witch. An unlikely army.