Lyra Rae Novels & Stories

If I've learnt anything during my time in this world, it's the importance of remaining alert. I glanced at them and inquired warily, “Who are you?” “I’m Lyra, your maid,” the auburn haired girl replied, her tone friendly. “And this is Kira, my friend. She's just curious about you.” Oookay, “I'm Reena.” “We know, Lunar.” “Lunar?” I echoed. "Yes, your Highness. You are going to be the lycan's bride," Lyra responded. Oh! Well, I don't think I'll stick around until then. I just hope my service ends soon.

I straightened, brushing a strand of hair from my face, heart still galloping like mad. He clasped his hands behind his back, then leaned forward just slightly. “Let’s try again. I am Kael'tharis. Firstborn of the Shattered Flame. Keeper of the Celestial Will. Scourge of the Ninth Sky, and the last of the Starblooded clan.” His glowing eyes narrowed. “And you are?” I swallowed, wiped the sweat from my upper lip and managed to speak. “Lyra Graves.” He stared. I cleared my throat. “Uh, hi?”

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.

My palms hovered above it. I closed my eyes, shutting the noise in the camp and allowing my mind to wrap around the crystal. “I am Lyra,” I whispered. “Daughter of Aurora. I seek not power, but purpose. I’m ready! I want to understand. To protect what’s left of my people.” The crystal pulsed once, then twice. Suddenly, a gush of wind swept through me lifting my hair above my shoulder, causing goosebumps to creep under my skin. My eyeballs began to roll rapidly underneath my eyelids.

a curious classmate asked. Calla glanced at Lyra beside her and asked, "Lyra, are you familiar with her?" Lyra curled her lips, shook her head, and said, "Not really." Calla turned her head and said slowly, "Lyra is the designer of the Love Series!"

My features shifted, returning to their normal state. Gasps echoed across the ruins. I looked so much like Sienna—the same dark hair, the same facial shape. But my eyes, once ruby red like hers, now glowed with evil black power. "Yes," I said, loving their shock. "I am Lyra Storm. Last Ruby Wolf of my generation. Mother to the twins who will help me reshape this world." Inside the circle of stones, I could feel the Trial of Power unfolding in another world. My daughter was facing the Guardian now. Soon, she would emerge, filled with the power I needed to finish my work.

Lyra was forced to act decisively, exposing and neutralizing these internal threats before they could further destabilize Silvermoon. In her quest for the Serpent’s Eye, Lyra faced challenges that stretched her skills and tested her limits. She found herself navigating perilous landscapes, confronting powerful magic users, and overcoming seemingly impossible obstacles. Her knowledge of ancient lore, combined with her exceptional combat skills and strategic mind, allowed her to unravel the Circle’s intricate plans, foiling their schemes at every turn.

But damn… Rowan looked ridiculously hot tonight, his shirt sleeves roughly folded up to his elbows, the top buttons undone just enough to reveal the strong line of his chest. “Girl… that’s some intense staring,” Lyra murmured with a smirk as she grabbed a glass of wine from a passing tray and handed it to Rhea. “Here, loosen up. Remember our little mission. I’m here to catch my own fish.” With that, Lyra stood up and headed straight for the dance floor.

“That’s why she glows.” Lyra squealed, running barefoot across the grass. “Papa! Watch me!” Damon shifted instantly, hands out in case she tripped. “I’m watching, moonfire. Slow down before you break your neck.” “I won’t!” she shouted. “The moon helps me!” Behind us, Kara snorted. “Gods, she’s a menace.” Gemma folds her arms. “A powerful menace.” Asher grind. “She’s five. Give her a few years and she’ll be leading the training sessions.”