Lyra Heartstrings Novels & Stories

She yelled inside, sitting on the chair in front of the piano. She sighed while putting her purse on top of the piano and rolled her eyes at the strings of the piano. However, she rolled her eyes—the music plays. The different tones played whenever she changed the keys of the strings. Aaron and Damon's eyes are widened; they are looking at Lyra with their big eyes. Aaron and Damon look at each other, but music memory smacks on their heads. Lyra is playing the tone that she used to play in the past. The music mesmerises their ears, which leads to their hearts' peace.

But a part of him, the selfish part, wondered if this was the only way he’d be allowed to want Valery at all. “You’ll never abandon her? Never hurt her?” Ryan asked at last, his voice clear and firm. “Till death do us part.” Riley crossed his heart. Ryan closed his fist around the bracelet, the colourful trinkets digging into his palm like rocks. He did not answer right away. Because the truth was, no matter what Riley swore, it would never be enough to ease the storm Ryan was about to go against.

As of three minutes ago, Gracie had replied. Gracie: “I trusted you and gave you my heart! How could you do this to me?? Was this just some sick game??? I never want to see you again. Please, stay the hell away from me!”

Cana felt the surge deep within her as Larz stood above her, his eyes glowing a brilliant blue. The grief of losing Raquel, the terror of seeing Zane so close to death, and the helplessness of being unable to protect those she loved swirled inside her, igniting something she had never felt before. Power. It roared within her, pulsing through her veins, ready to erupt.

Every creak of the old floorboards beneath her felt like a scream. “He didn’t leave,” Cass said under her breath. “Men like that don’t vanish.” “No,” Leo agreed. “They reposition.” The sound came then—barely audible, but unmistakable. A scrape against metal. A subtle weight against the fire escape outside. Cass’s pulse spiked. She grabbed the nearest blade from her desk drawer, cold steel anchoring her as adrenaline surged. Leo’s eyes found hers in the gloom, wordless agreement passing between them. The lock on the window rattled.

The ancient Guardian looked at him. "It was necessary." "She was too powerful." "She was a child." "She could have destroyed the world." Ariana stared between them. "You're talking about the child inside the Heart." Nobody answered. Ariana's voice became firmer. "You're talking about her." The former First Shadow nodded. "Yes." "What's her name?" The woman looked at the Heart. "Lyra." --- The Heart cracked again. This time, a piece broke away. It floated through the air.

This was a low, insistent pulse, like a second heartbeat that didn’t belong to her body yet stirred in her chest. She stared at the gouged plaster of the ceiling, imagining cracks branching away from a single point of impact. Her fingers curled around the blanket’s edge as she listened to Boston’s nighttime symphony—distant cars humming over pavement, laughter spilling from a late-running bar down the block, wind sighing between narrow alleyways. All of it sounded muted, as though filtered through thick glass, because beneath those sounds was something deeper: the soft, electric stir of the bond inside her. Lyra exhaled, a long, trembling breath. You’re there. Her voice was so quiet she almo

When their palms met, a shockwave of warmth rippled outward. In that moment, Lyra saw everything— the stars spinning in their endless dance, the first universe collapsing into the next, the Flow twisting and reforming across time, each life, each soul, each choice a single note in an infinite harmony. She saw Seren’s love, Nareth’s fire, Amira’s song, her own heartbeat— all woven into the same melody. Tears streamed down her face. > It’s all music, she whispered. Every life, every death, every dream…

Niharika's POV My heartbeat was racing. My eyes welled up with tears as Raghav's words rang in my ears. What if he actually has a past or present clinging to him? O! Lord, not 'present' at least. I can still adjust with a past.

"You have no idea what you're up against." Lyra's heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to let fear take hold. Her love for Arthur still burned within her, but it was no match for the determination she felt to protect her friends and put an end to his tyranny. With a defiant glare, she clenched her fist and focused her energy on the nearest wraith, willing tendrils of radiant energy to emerge from her fingertips. The luminous strands danced through the air like ethereal serpents, wrapping around the wraith and squeezing until it dissipated into wisps of shadow.