Lyra Dreide Novels & Stories

“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.”

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

“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.