Lyra Novels & Stories

She positions me right in the middle of the clearing and gestures her hands so that the candles that are illuminating the circles, decrease their intensity, making the only light that stood out, be that of the moon. “With the powers and knowledge entrusted to me, I ask that the goddess of the moon bless this child who today becomes complete, through me, Luara, the daughter of the red eyes.” With this, everyone hands over and begins to pray in the name of the Moon Goddess. The moon itself, I begin to grow and its light becomes stronger and more intense, overshadowing the candles.

She says. "The pleasure is mine!" Chris responds. "See you later!" She says to Raphael before heading to the door. Both guys watches her retreat in silence. Immediately she shuts the door, Chris turns to Raphael with a mischievous smile on his face. "Sky, this house is filled with temptations!" Chris remarks. "To you. Because those temptation as you call it are my cousins and sister!" Raphael defends. "In the sense of it!" Chris says. "To you, because Alexandra is the only one who knows we aren't blood-related. They all think am their cousin!" Raphael, says. Meanwhile Chris ringtone intrudes. He watches Chris retrieve his phone, cuts the call and turns to his direction.

Tillamuk pointed out. I nodded at him. Xlythenteum more than any of us knows what those two packs are capable of. He came to us after his clan was wiped out. His father tried to kidnap the previous Luna of the Blue Lunar Eclipse Pack. Xlythenteum’s mother was not his father’s fated mate and for some reason he had developed an obsession with the Luna. Xlythenteum is half vampire and half wolf. His mother was the daughter of an alpha that his father kidnapped years before. She happened to be someone else's fated mate, but he had become obsessed with her. Xlythenteum had been away when the pack attacked his clan. His father was the first one killed which was not unexpected. The only other to su

She grabbed Kaiya's neck and twisted it. ## "Are they close?" Lyra Nightwalker, the beta of the Crescent Moon Pack, asked her alpha, her eyes trained on her binoculars. Lyra was the only female beta in all four packs of Voldermont, and the most powerful and wisest among them. She was petite, had dark curly hair, and piercing green eyes.

"The contents of this invite proves my very right to enter the Lycan's kingdom where the contract renewal is bound to be held." "The contract renewal will go as planned even without the Queen Luna's presence." Quinn narrowed his eyes as though warning me to back off. "That's just another way of discriminating me from all this, my lord." I know he'll bite back from this. "Leaxandra, darling, you are Lumina's Luna. No form of discrimination shall be thrown your way." He came closer to cup my chin up and force me to look him straight in the eye. "But your inclusion from this trip is a risk I cannot take."

"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.

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.

Lyra Lyra sprawled on the ground, her hands scrambling against the damp earth. A sleek wild cat, the size of a german shepard, circled her. Its eyes glowed, an eerie mix of gold and green. The creature's fur blended seamlessly with local vegetation, a muted, tawny color that made it hard to see until it had been nearly on top of her. It shimmered unnaturally in the rain, shifting in ways that weren’t natural, jerking in and out of sync with reality. Scarlike markings marred its muscles, tracing pulsating, runic patterns through its fur.

"But you need to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be." As Aqua's tears fell like crystalline streams, her pendant pulsed with an otherworldly light, casting a hazy glow that filled the room with an ethereal aura. The turbulent storm of her emotions ignited her latent powers, causing the air to crackle with energy. Outside, the wind howled like a wounded beast, rattling the windows with fierce intensity, while the rain beat against the roof in a relentless downpour. Aunt Cleo's voice cut through the chaos, a beacon of calm amidst the tempest. "Aqua, you must calm down," she urged, her words firm yet gentle.

The old man smiled like a cat who’d already swallowed the canary and was licking cream from his whiskers “Name’s Caedrin wizard wanderer collector of rare and broken things” His gaze slid past her sharp as broken glass to the second rider thundering up the road through curtains of rain Kaelin soaked to the bone hood ripped back by the wind silver hair plastered to her skull Across her saddlebow lay Lyra—still unconscious head lolling blue-silver veins crawling up her throat like living frost. They glowed faintly beneath skin gone nearly translucent lips almost black. Each shallow breath looked borrowed like the next one might be refused