Lyra Novels & Stories

Jade's POV The week flew by without any advancements made in my 'seduce my brother's best friend' plan so I guess it was time to give up and find someone else, maybe Connor has a big package though he probably doesn't, well I'll find out at the party tonight. I curled my hair and put on a short, satin, navy blue dress that had a slit just right on my thigh, I don't really know how to apply make-up so I put on a little mascara and some clear lip gloss. I wore black boot heels and put on a matching black leather jacket then, went downstairs, passing Jonathan and Blake on the way to the door. "Whoa whoa whoa," he stopped me, "where the hell do you think you're going with that," he pointed at my

Yara changed the subject as Ximena and Ayanda turned to look at Gia, making her blush. “ Who’s the lucky one, Gia?” Yara smirked. “ His name is Kye and we aren’t dating, not y— She was cut off by the ringing of her phone. She checked the caller ID, and it was Kye. Talk of the devil. She said to herself while taking the call.

Over her dead body! With one last mighty roar, Leah used all her remaining strength and dug her claws into his underbelly as deep as they would go and yanked as hard as she could. His entrails began to fall from his body rapidly depleting his energy. Leah was losing her own energy equally as fast due to the massive amount of blood loss she had sustained from the battle, and could no longer hold on to her dragon form. She blacked out as her body shifted back to it’s human form and she began to fall from the sky.

"H-How did that happen?" Cadmus wasn’t even surprised. He knows it; the book of prophecy tells it. He also believed that Emily is the most powerful Luna who wields the power of the Moon Goddess. Emily looked at Taurus, expressionless. "Because I am the powerful Luna, I can kill in just a snap." She answered. Taurus glanced at Cadmus. His eyes were confused. "Is it... true, Cadmus?" Cadmus nodded his head, but still, his eyes were directed at Emily. "The prophecy tells it." "She's superior, who holds the most powerful power of the Moon Goddess," he explained.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

she explained. Kira was summoned from her room in the pyramid, she appeared in a swirling cloud of dark smoke. "Ah, the relic! Well done!" she smiled, taking the pouch. Kira's eyes sparkled as she examined the relic. "This will amplify Syla's powers exponentially." Rryan's gaze never left Lyra. "Your services are invaluable. You've proven yourself a loyal ally." Lyra bowed. "My debt to you, King Rryan, is slowly repaid."

I mutter under my breath as I start to bang on the door, “baby…babe?” I continue banging but she doesn’t answer and I can’t fucking connect to her through the wolf link because she blocked me. My phone chose that moment to ring and I almost ignore it but on a second thought I pull it out of my pocket when I see it is Nikolai on the line, one of my most trusted men. “Alpha” his voice filters through. “What is it?” “The Luna called and was asking about Bryer” “Did you tell her?”

Far from the city walls, hidden among the quiet hills of Cural, another child grew — a girl of soft laughter and gentle grace, raised by a widow who spoke little of the past. Her name was Lyra. She was ten, too, though no one in the palace knew she existed. Her mother’s last order — to hide the second twin — had been obeyed in silence. Lyra’s features were unmistakably human: smooth skin kissed by the sun, hair like liquid honey, and eyes that mirrored the ocean’s calm — eyes that once belonged to Queen Daphne. She had no horns, no trace of her father’s demonic blood. But sometimes, when she was angry or afraid, the air around h

Beside it, a new standard waited, white field, silver crescent, a braid of storm-blue at the edge: Lyra’s crest. Lyra walked with her arm in Ryker’s, her white hair braided with the blue tips she’d asked me to do for her; we matched. Her winter blue formal gown was studded with hundreds of tiny moonstone crystals that caught the light when she moved. It was full-length and elegant, a queen who had walked through fire and chose softness anyway. The murmur that rolled through the pack wasn’t noise. It was belonging, family, cheers called out of a thousand throats at once, she had always been their beloved Luna.