Lyra Dreide Novels & Stories

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.

"Elena, I just got you back. I just found my children. I would burn the whole world before I let them take you." ​"But would you burn your pack?" I asked softly. ​Liam flinched. That was the curse of a King. He loved us, but he was responsible for twenty thousand souls who had just survived a plague. ​"There has to be a third way," I whispered. ​"There is," a voice said from the shadows of the doorway. ​It was Lyra. She was standing there in her nightgown, the white streaks in her hair glowing faintly. Behind her, Aries stood with his arms crossed, looking ready to bite the sun out of the sky.

He needed to try one more time to reach Layla. "Layla is the very first. She is a Tribrid. And if I don't get to her, she's going to destroy the entire island" ... In the midst of the anger and pain clouding Layla's chaotic mind, Riven's voice reached her and calmed her instantly. The water surrounding her subsided a bit and the blinding purple glow around her body dimmed out. 'Come back to me my love. Please'

Kaerith looked like a ghost, her eyes darting toward every shadow, haunted by the hive-mind memories that still rattled in her skull. A tall, broad-shouldered female shifter stepped into the light. Lyra. Kaelor’s former betrothed. She didn't look like a savior; she looked like a butcher. Her knuckles were stained with Kaelor's blood. "Is this your King?" Lyra’s voice boomed, echoing off the jagged cliffs. "A man who lets a machine-cursed human rot his soul? He fights like a pup! He stinks of the city!"

He almost had the urge to ask for her signature, as if she were a real celebrity. “Hey, wipe that drool off! Don’t embarrass me!” Jade scorned as she stomped on Alex’s foot. The lady came forward and looked at Alex and Jade. She bowed and said, “I’m Cydaea, it’s nice to meet the both of you.” ‘Cydaea?’ Alex looked at her for a good while until he finally got it. She was the jade lute fairy, one of the three demons of Xavion Tomb. The two exchanged looks. Cydaea then said, “The both of us have been trapped here forever, and we can’t leave. We don’t have anything to offer you as our guests. How about I play the lute for you?”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“I'm heading out.” As expected, Draven summoned me to the next emergency council meeting. I sat silently at the long table, watching the politics play out. “We are hosting the Festival of Songs this year,” Draven announced to the room, a grand, theatrical smile on his face. “A massive number of neighboring packs will be crossing our borders, including several powerful, potential allies…. And let us be clear: they are all traveling here because they want to catch a glimpse of my wife, Lyra. We will use her presence as our primary opportunity to secure these alliances.”