Novel & Cerita Lyra Heartstrings

But a figure directly bypassed Sol and was the first to walk toward me on the stage. He knelt before me and took out an obsidian box carved with star patterns. When he opened the box, a ruby the size of a pigeon egg glowed inside, its light pulsing like a heartbeat. I recognized it—the Heart of the Abyss. It was said it would bring eternal love to the wearer. "Lyra," his voice was gentler than I had ever heard it, "are you willing to bind your fate with mine?"

"Your mother. She was special. Different from the others. Brighter." "I know." Tears slid down Luna's cheeks, but she didn't wipe them away. "She was everything. She was our everything." "She's not gone." Lyra's voice was soft but certain, filled with a conviction that surprised Luna. "Not really. Not completely. I can feel her—her light, her love, her strength. It's all around us. In the air. In the earth. In the water." She touched Luna's chest, over her heart, her small hand warm despite everything. "And in here. Always."

"You are the reason I keep fighting. We need you. I need you." The sounds of battle continued below. More wolves poured from the tear. The ground kept shaking. Lyra looked toward the black rift. It pulsed now, like a living wound. Something inside it called to her. A pull she could not ignore. She closed her eyes and reached with her senses, letting a small thread of her power stretch toward the gate. What she felt made her gasp. A heartbeat. Faint but familiar. Steady. Loving. One she had heard in visions and blood memories.

His gold-and-sapphire skin was pulsing with a frantic, irregular light, reflecting the terror in his sea-grey eyes. The "Heart of the First Moon" crystal on the floor was no longer a jewel. It had expanded into a pool of oily, light-drinking blackness. From its depths, a voice emerged that sounded like the chime of a thousand glass bells being ground into dust. It was Lyra’s voice, yet stripped of its warmth, stripped of its motherhood. It was the voice of the Sovereign who had never been loved.

She led me to a secluded clearing, surrounded by ancient trees that seemed to hum with energy. "Close your eyes," Lyra instructed, her voice gentle. "Focus on your heartbeat. Feel the rhythm, the pulse of your life force." I obeyed, shutting my eyes and tuning into my body. My heart pounded in my chest, a steady drumbeat. "Now, visualize the Heartstone," Lyra guided. "See its glow, its pulsing energy. Connect with it, Amara." I pictured the Heartstone, its radiant light illuminating my mind's eye. As I focused, a warmth spread through my veins, like liquid fire.

She heard Lisa mumbling something. “S-Starlight…..” “Hello? Lisa. Lisa!” Grace sighed as she looked at her hand. The call disconnected. She tried again but Lisa’s phone was switched off. Orion. She had to find him.

Until this moment! Just as I recalled the words, the ear piercing cry rung my ears and boil my blood into chaos. I look cautiously as ever while panting harder. The way the cry pierce through my ears, I felt the dread slowly rosing inside me, as if the cry is everywhere and I can't even certain to that very means! “No way...” I clasped my hands tightly, barely reminded by something. The cry is no way of dread itself, but a warning for some unknown that is living undetected in the mountain!

They have a connection that was impossible for them to have in the first place. Dame could see it, the little red string, a string tied up on Lyra's wrist. He often sees this string on humans. It connects them to the person that they were meant to meet, the one that their past lives longed for. But he never saw anything like hers. Lyra had a string on her wrist that was cut off. It looked like it was forcefully cut. However, at the end of the string, he kept on trying to wrap around Derrick's wrist.

My palms hovered above it. I closed my eyes, shutting the noise in the camp and allowing my mind to wrap around the crystal. “I am Lyra,” I whispered. “Daughter of Aurora. I seek not power, but purpose. I’m ready! I want to understand. To protect what’s left of my people.” The crystal pulsed once, then twice. Suddenly, a gush of wind swept through me lifting my hair above my shoulder, causing goosebumps to creep under my skin. My eyeballs began to roll rapidly underneath my eyelids.

Chapter Ten I step outside the ballroom, air stinging against my skin. The chill wraps around me, sharper than the hum in my stomach. My heels click on the pavement, echoing through the night, with every step away from the music and laughter that sound like mockery of my pain. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ward off the cold, but it's no use. The freezing wind isn't outside but inside me, solidifying my heart and making my thoughts leaden and slow. I came tonight to support Noah, to be with him. Instead, I feel like an afterthought, a shadow in his life.