Lyra Heartstrings Novels & Stories

' 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 signal the doorman to close the balcony doors and roll down the blind. I close my eyes tuning to the soft jazz — Praise Jah in the Moonlight by YG MARLEY — playing below. It was Ava that picked the track for tonight when we opened. She was serious about the band playing the jazz even though the lead singer said customers won't like it. One look at me and I melted. Fuck ‘em customers, what my baby wants she gets. She's the only female that makes me do foolish things, take bad decisions. It's illegal. Plus, she's only 4.

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.

“Has been for hours.” I knocked once, then entered. Moonlight flooded the room, curtains drawn wide. Lyra sat cross-legged on the floor, the pendant resting against her sternum, both hands cupped around it like she was holding something fragile. She looked up as I entered. Her eyes were too bright. “You feel it too,” she said. It wasn’t a question. “Yes,” I replied, closing the door behind me. She nodded, gaze drifting back to the moon. “It’s like echoes. Not voices. Not exactly. Just…pressure. Like something knocking from the inside of the world.”

"You think if you push hard enough, you can force the universe to let us win. But you can't punch a hole in a Siphon, Dax." "I have to try," I whispered. "Tate is going in there as bait. If I am not strong enough to pull her out..." "Then use something other than strength," Lyra said. She opened the box. Inside sat three crystals. They were jagged, raw quartz, beating with a faint, rhythmic light. "What is this?" I asked. "I have been studying the old texts," Lyra said. "The ones Mom kept hidden. These are Soul Anchors." She picked one up. It hummed against her skin.

Its voice echoed from everywhere at once. The Heart trembled. The cracks widened. More memories died. The void pressed harder against the door. “Give me the Heart.” The demand shook the darkness. “Give me the girl.” My blood ran cold. The void’s attention settled entirely on me. “And this ends.” Silence followed. A terrible silence. Then Lyra stepped forward. The golden light around her flared. The Heart responded immediately. Every memory brightened. Every light ignited. Every fragment of her life awakening at once.

“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.”