Lyra Heartstrings Novels & Stories

Lyra staggered. Kael caught her immediately. The sanctuary spun around her. Everyone was staring. Waiting. Concerned. The Heart floated closer. "What did you see?" Lyra swallowed hard. Her pulse raced. "The Caller." Silence. The sanctuary became still. Even the End's shadow stopped moving. The Heart's voice dropped to a whisper. "What did it say?" Lyra's hand trembled. The memory still echoed within her. The ancient voice. The endless kindness behind it. The overwhelming loneliness.

lyra said happily as they walked out and lisa wondered if she’d ever spent a day of her life less than fully cheerful. When they got back the stringlet was there waiting for her. Lisa immediately examined it for differences. It was slightly smaller than a guitar but she realised that might actually be an advantage considering how much she always had to stretch her short fingers across the frets. It’s end with the keys was also different, instead of a straight edge it curved off similar to a violin. She plucked each string listening for the notes and realised it was tuned at a higher octave too. She set about retuning it as lyra sat watching her fascinated. “Play us something.” She said and l

I opened the room to see that the room was totally dark except the moon light coming from the window. I went inside the room to see her in a red saree, with mangalsutra around her neck and sindoor on her forehead which made her look different from the other days. When she moved a strand of her hair behind her ear, the sound of bangles was the only sound in the room. I looked at the deep scar on her forehead which was caused by me. Every time this scar made me realize that we will only hurt each other.

She cried but no response. "I need to tell you that I love you. Please, Landon.....come back! I don't want the bracelet back; I just want you here with me, I want you here, and I really need to tell you that I love you!!! Landon, please!" She cried. "Please!" She cried silently as she lowered her head but then, "Princess!" The world as if stopped around her, and she opened her eyes before slowly immediately turning back from where the voice came, and there she saw the bracelet in hand raised in the air. She lowered her eyes to see the wet Landon, who was shivering rapidly.

It was from an unknown number. Just when the caterpillar thought the world was ending, it turned into a butterfly. Someone might have sent it to me by mistake but that single line gave me a little confidence. I wiped my tears and then Sir and Adya entered. "So are you ready?" Sir asked one last time and I nodded. He gave me a smile to which I replied with the same.

' I then answered him, "I think I'm ok." Tom looked at me in silence for a moment, looking like he was thinking something over when he asked me, "Give me your hand." I reached out my right hand to Tom, and he took my hand by the wrist and wrapped both his hands around it. As he did, I saw his yellow aura emanating from his hands. When he let go of my wrist, there was a bracelet with a yellow crystal in the centre of it, so I asked, "What's this?" "It's a special kind of bracelet. If you put your mana into that crystal in the centre, it'll turn into a magic tracker and start telling me where you are, no matter how far, so you can use this to tell me if you need help."

I shake Alison’s arm lightly without looking at her. “Who is that?” I ask. “Huh? I don’t know.” She says. I watched his fragile-looking fingers run through his guitar strings, and the sound it made completely silenced the crowd. Note: it silenced the loud-ass crowd. With one strum. “Woah.” I heard Alison mumble, as she held her arms, almost like embracing herself. I feel the same. My goosebumps and the pounding of my heart don’t lie. It sounded strong, yet gentle. Intimidating, yet pure. Just enough to get your attention.

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I am older, but I am weak and useless to them. I may be all of those things, but I am not stupid and I most certainly do not give up just easily. If I cannot get the recognition that I wanted and deserved alone, then I am dragging someone into this. And I am not the least bit conscientious. Eliana Deere, daughter of the admired by many Boss R, the one and only heiress to the throne, you will be mine. And you will make me the most successful pack leader in all of the vampire history.

I whispered, the name coming to me from some deep, instinctual place. It was a gem unlike any I'd ever seen, pulsing with an inner fire that seemed to contain entire galaxies. As I approached, drawn by its hypnotic beauty, images began to flash through my mind – visions of the ritual I'd seen in the prophecy, of Fae dancing beneath a starlit sky, of cosmic forces beyond mortal comprehension. My hand reached out, fingers mere inches from the stone's glowing surface. "Lyra, don't!" Xander's shout snapped me back to reality just as my fingertips brushed the Heartstone.