Lyra Heartstrings Novels & Stories

" Just leave me alone Drake. That's all you can do to help me out." He looks hurt by my outburst. He came close to me making my heart almost jump out of my chest. His closeness is really affecting me a lot. Please stay away from me Drake. Seeing you just makes me confused and I don't know what I want to do. "How can I stay away from you when you're bound and etched in my heart. I can't live well anymore without you. I need you Carina. I miss you so much. I'm losing my mind Carina, please just give me a second chance to make things right between us."

He fell. But before the darkness swallowed him, a hand grabbed his wrist. Lyra. Her eyes were still black. But tears were running down her face. Hold on. The child's eyes widened. Mother! Lyra pulled him back. The First Heart screamed inside her. Let me go! Lyra's body trembled. The child grabbed her hand. You're fighting her. Yes. Why? Because she's trying to take my heart. The First Heart laughed. Your heart was always mine.

Zelos said it coldly and immediately again get me out of this place. I heard another scream from Kai. Of course, I was struggling even harder to get out of Zelos's grip. Then I saw some of Zelos's warriors starting to surround Kai. "What are you gonna do to him, Arsehole?! Let my boyfriend alone!" I hit Zelos' arm hard. There was no answer. Instead, Zelos pulled me even more forcefully. That really made me hurt and very angry. "LET GO OF ME, YOU ARSEHOLE! I'M THE FUTURE LUNA, AND I COMMAND YOU TO STOP THIS SHIT!"

“I ask not for you to give me love, but to bless the love that already exists. I ask for your recognition of bonds that were forged in loss and tempered by devotion.” A collective intake of breath from the crowd. This wasn’t the usual ceremony speech. “I am Lyra Reins, last of my bloodline, daughter by choice of the Elxra pack. And I stand here surrounded by the four wolves who are already my heart, my home, my everything. If you see fit to bless us, I am grateful. If not…” I lifted my chin higher. “If not, what we have is no less real, no less true, no less eternal.”

I whisper, my voice thick with tears. “I know.” His words are soft, tinged regret and pain. Heavy silence stretches between us, but for the first time, I don’t mind it. I listen to the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my ear, letting it ground me, anchor me in the present. The music changes, James Arthur’s Last of the Whiskey filling the room. The slow, sultry beat wraps around us, and I find myself wishing I could sway to the melody, to lose myself in the haze of smoke.

Well, at least not in her time. The loud noise of singing, dancing, drums, sounds of musical instruments forming a beautiful symphony was thrilling to Lyra. Soon, they approached a huge gate which opened on it's own to reveal the two gigantic buildings that stood intimidatingly. The compound was filled with pack members singing and yelling in joy. “Uh.. I’m.. what..” she stumbled on her words. She was not a savior or anything. Why the hell were they screaming for joy like a God was about to grace their midst.

He just couldn’t “Back. Go for the heart from the back,” he muttered just loud enough for Riley and the others to catch it. The second they caught it, they moved. They knew exactly what to do now. But across the room, Lydia was in her own war. She had cried until there was no more tears. Begged the Moon Goddess. Whispered prayer and made promises to no one in particular. She’d wished with every inch of her soul. And something must have heard her. Because just when she thought her body had nothing left to give, a sudden burst of heat jolted through her chest like lightening. Her wrist pulled, her body fought back and the rope finally gave way.

Aether and the other gods stood watch around the door, their powers merging with Cole and Lila’s. “The rift is growing faster,” Lyra said, walking up to them with a scroll in her hand. “I’ve been studying ancient texts. There’s only one way to seal it permanently. We need to find the Heart of All Things—a power that existed before even the Primordial Void, a power that can bind everything together.” “Where is it?” Cole asked, his eyes never leaving the rift. Lyra shook her head. “The texts don’t say. Only that it will reveal itself to ‘the two who are all things’—to you and Lila. And that it will require a choice. A choice between keeping the balance… and letting it evolve.”

Lucien murmured, voice almost gentle. Seraphina rested her hand over his heart. “But you cannot win a war by taking one head. There are many Hydra mouths to feed.” Lucien kissed her temple. “Then we cut them all, one hidden fangs at time.” She slipped her arm around his waist. “Let’s carve them out of silence.” As stars glowed overhead, the orchard stretched outward like witness to the promise—and nerve required to keep it.

My stomach twisted so violently I thought I might throw up. My daughter. The small girl with wide dark eyes and soft curls who had stood in the doorway holding Isabella’s hand like she belonged there… like she had always belonged there. My lungs finally dragged in a breath, but it came out shaking in violent tremors. “Lyra?” Xavier’s voice sounded far away. It felt like he was calling me from the other side of a river