Lyra Novels & Stories

Baby Lyra let out a delighted, squeaky coo, her tiny hands waving in the air as she tried to catch the dancing specks of light. Lucas, unable to help himself, stepped up to the edge of the dais. As if drawn by an invisible thread, Lyra’s gaze instantly snapped away from the light specks and locked onto his silver eyes. She let out a happy babble, her small hand reaching directly toward him. Lucas smiled radiantly, reaching out to let her tiny fingers wrap around his thumb once again. "Presenting Lady Lyra!" Eryx called out smoothly to the crowd, raising his glass of sparkling wine. "May her life b

Seraphina Calloway's world collapses the moment her father's empire is exposed for fraud. Reporters camp outside her gates. Old friends vanish. And when someone runs her car off the road with a warning stapled to her front door, her family hires the only man capable of keeping her alive. Damian Kane does not touch his clients. Ever. It is the one rule his entire career is built on, the rule that has kept him in control for four years, ever since a woman he loved died because he broke it once before. Seraphina is supposed to be simple. Watch her. Protect her. Hand her back safely when the threat is gone. But she is sharp, unguarded, and impossible to look away from, and every midnight w

A newborn hidden away and abandoned within the territory of the Imperial Pride Pack for her own protection. It aligned perfectly. But what sent a cold, sickening chill pooling through my gut was the sheer level of innate power Kyra possessed. She was unnaturally strong, lightning-fast, and built for battle far beyond any ordinary female or low-ranking wolf. Which meant she hadn't been born to common blood—she came from the top lineage of the MoonKnight Pack. She had to be the daughter of a Gamma, a Beta… or an Alpha. I had prayed to the Moon Goddess that she was the daughter of an officer. But her visceral physical reaction to an elder MoonKnight member speaking the title Alpha pointed to a

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

I saw my Rayne nod her head, doing her best to recover from the thoughts that haunted her. "All right, let's start," I announced. "Liam, use your ability to levitate," Roland instructed Liam. Once he did, Roland looked at me. "Adrian, mimic his power." It was easy for me to mimic his power. I was also able to make ball fires while mimicking his power and I also could read the minds of everyone around me. "Amelia, try to see the future of any of us. Adrian. Do not read her mind, try to see the future of the person," Roland said.

Kyra was not at all happy. Though Amanda took "my spot" as Luna and Hayden's 'mate', but she still should have respected him. No one disrespects my family and especially my mate. Kyra fought to take control and our eyes kept changing colours. Kyra! Stop! She disrespected mate! I will not allow it! She did! But that doesn't mean we attack her! So you're on her side?! No! I'm just telling you to stop this! Why should I?! Mate will be worried about us!

Lyra. She was three months old now, a miraculous miniature of our combined love. Her cheeks were soft and plump, dimpling with every giggle. Her lashes, impossibly long and dark, curled delicately over her luminous eyes. And her laugh… gods, her laugh… it was a pure, melodic sound that could halt even the fiercest Alpha mid-command, disarming them with its sheer, unadulterated joy. Her hair, which had been dark at birth, had now settled into a shimmering, ethereal halo of silvery-gold, catching the sunlight like spun moonbeams. And her eyes… oh, her eyes… they were a perfect blend of mine and theirs. A breathtaking storm of moonlight and warmth and fire, holdi

Lyra, assembling her team, chose a diverse group: Anya, the historian whose knowledge of ancient civilizations now rivaled the legends themselves; Kairos, the young telepath whose empathy resonated with unparalleled strength; and Xylia, a brilliant Xylosian engineer known for her unorthodox solutions. Their vessel, the latest iteration of the Echo Seeker, skimmed through the cosmic expanse, its scanners struggling to decipher the discordant symphony. As they ventured deeper into the Fractured Chords, the emotions intensified – fear, anger, paranoia, and a chilling, pervasive sense of distrust.

She sang not of preserving what was, but of believing in what could be. The black stone was no longer black. It was now a veil of green, shimmering light, and through it, she could see something moving. Something pulsing with a gentle, rhythmic light. The Genesis Seed. “Stop her!” Valerius screamed, his voice shrill with a fanatic’s panic. “Her blasphemy defiles the silence!” A Guardsman broke through the defensive line, his sword raised, aiming for Liora’s back. He never reached her. Lyra, who had been watching her mother with wide, awestruck eyes, suddenly stepped in front of her. She didn’t have a weapon. She didn’t need one. She opened her mouth, and a sin