Lyra Rae Novels & Stories

All his plotting, and now he’s stuck behind a literal monster. “This is treason,” he spits, though his voice shakes. “Prince Kael is the rightful heir.” Lyra doesn’t miss a beat. “Prince Kael’s a monster in fancy clothes,” she fires back, her words slicing through the chaos. “See him for what he is, not what he’s been feeding you.” Her empathic power isn’t mind control; she’s just popping all their little bubbles of self-delusion. The truth ripples out, mind to mind, like she’s skipping stones across a pond. Before long, everyone’s passing the realization down the line.

finally knew how to bite back? Before I could respond, Alex nudged my arm. “Ray, look—over there. That new girl from the Literature department. Her name’s Lyra. She might be the only one worthy of a ten.” I followed his gaze—and froze. That girl... Even from a distance, her crystal eyes seemed to hypnotize. She didn’t need tight clothes to be sexy. Her long blonde hair shimmered under the lights. Her stare was both fierce and calming at the same time. And somehow, I sensed something—something Lycan—in her.

The air was thick with anticipation, the energy of the festival palpable as wolves danced, laughed, howled and celebrated the ancient ritual. Lyra moved through the crowd in jolly, her heart light with the secret she now carried within her. She could feel the life growing inside her, a small, delicate promise of a beautiful future. Mason hadn’t arrived yet, but she didn’t that's wasn't going to dampen her spirits. Tonight was the night everything would change for good. As she oversaw the smooth running of things, Jessy appeared at her side, her smile bright as always. “You look stunning tonight, Lyra,” she said, her eyes meandering around Lyra’s dress, the soft fabric shimmering in the firel

A knock on the door interrupts our conversation. “Come in,” Caelan called out. The door opens, and a girl walks in. It was Lyra. This was my first time meeting her in close proximity. I have only seen her from a distance while I investigated her. She bowed slightly and said, “You called for me.” “Yes, I did.” Caelan replied. “I wanted to speak to you.” He looked at me. “Thorne. This is Lyra; she came along with us from the Moonveil pack.”

Gunner had recognized her as well and as he made up his mind to stand up and confront her, I pulled him down, giving him a slight shake of my head. “There’s a reason she’s here, Gunner,” I whispered harshly. “We need to figure out why before we do anything, use your head and not your emotions.” And like I had predicted, a couple of minutes later, two men walked down the stairs, carrying Rae, who was struggling but there was no way she going to break free from the deathly grips on her arm. That was when I saw Lyra pull out a camera. “It’s time for me to have my revenge in the best way possible, Rae.” Lyra laughed and it took all I had to maintain my composure.

All eyes went back to him. Kael’s voice rang out. “Tonight was supposed to be a celebration.” His gaze cut across the room. “And it still will be.” Lyra stepped forward, her hair gleaming in the torchlight. Confidence poured off her as she slid to Kael’s side—everything Aria wasn’t right now. Perfect Luna material. Beautiful, strong, worshipped. Lyra placed her hand on Kael’s arm and flashed a smile that had wolves nodding their approval. Kael’s voice stayed solid.

Lyla said almost crying when she couldn't contain her guilt any more. Lily was taken aback by Lyla's words. "Lyla, why? Did I do anything wrong?" Lily asked in confusion. Lyla snapped and with the little strength she had, yelled at Lily. "That is the problem, Lily. You are too kind, too caring, too perfect. Can't you do something evil even for once in your life? Leave me alone. I am bad, I am evil...." Lyla continued to yell at Lily but her voice trailed off as she began to pant for air.

She didn't bother that a complete stranger was seeing her naked, it was almost like she enjoyed it. She didn't rush for her clothes. She stretched slowly herself first, almost lazily, before reaching for the garments draped over Damien’s chair. Damein shared a brief look with Serene, giving him eyes like who the hell is this is my dorm. “Oh? Pardon me. This is Lyra. She's the niece of this Academy’s owner,” Damien continued. “She’s undergoing Luna training, under very special clearance.” Lyra slipped into her underclothes first. Then she fitted black trousers and then her blouse.

Kaerith looked like a ghost, her eyes darting toward every shadow, haunted by the hive-mind memories that still rattled in her skull. A tall, broad-shouldered female shifter stepped into the light. Lyra. Kaelor’s former betrothed. She didn't look like a savior; she looked like a butcher. Her knuckles were stained with Kaelor's blood. "Is this your King?" Lyra’s voice boomed, echoing off the jagged cliffs. "A man who lets a machine-cursed human rot his soul? He fights like a pup! He stinks of the city!"

“Then who?” Queen Isolde nudged the charred leather strip with her boot. “The message is clear. Someone doesn’t want her past uncovered.” “But why?” Lyra demanded, voice raw. “I’m no one. I grew up with a tiny pack in the Ironwood. My mother was human, my father a wolf who died when I was a baby. There’s nothing special about me.” Silence fell. Isolde and Kade exchanged a look. Rylan’s expression hardened.