Lyra Rogers Novels & Stories

Their yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness as they watched her—rogues. Lyra's heart slammed against her ribs as one rogue stepped forward.

“We only set camp here because we felt the royal forest was safer than anywhere else. We did not expect that they would be here too. As soon as this problem is gone, we’ll leave.” “If you help us, I can talk to the king about it,” she told him. Yes, she had been sent out here to check out rogues, but she had found a bigger problem. Rogues were nothing compared to corrupted wolves. If these rogues could provide important information about them, it would be a huge favour to Julian. The male nodded. “My name is Roger.” “I’m Lyra,” she told him. Roger’s eyes lifted towards the ceiling of the chamber. “How did you find us?”

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.

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!"

Her head was placed in my chest as she spoke while I cradled her in my arms. "What are they?" I asked her. "Lira is working with the rogue's or rather she was but she's on our side now." Lyra revealed. I sat up straight turning to her. "And you're sure if that, that she is on our side?" Lyra nodded in response, "yeah, otherwise, she wouldn't tell me everything she did. That rogue leader Patrick, the one who tried to kidnap Ryan but failed, he is responsible for poisoning you."

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

"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.

Lyra struggled, panic rising in her chest, but Jessy’s grip was unrelenting. “Jessy, please!” Lyra cried, her voice cracked as she tried to free herself. “Don’t do this!” But Jessy’s expression was woven with hatred, her eyes gleaming with a cold, merciless darkness. “It’s too late, Lyra. You’ve already lost.” In one swift motion, Jessy sent Lyra's body past the edge of the cliff. Lyra’s scream tore through the night as she fell helplessly, the wind roaring behind her ears. The world escaped around her briskly, and all she could see was the jagged rocks below, rushing up to meet her.

Claws rip into Lyra’s right side. She screams, a sound that freezes my blood. “Lyra,” Maya cries. Lyra staggers, shifting back into human form mid fall. She collapses onto the ground, blood soaking her side. Maya drops beside her, hands shaking. “Lyra, stay with me. Please.” Liam and Leo roar in rage, tearing into the rogues with renewed fury. Blake hears it too. His head snaps toward Lyra. His eyes burn. He goes feral. He tears through the remaining rogue with brutal efficiency, driving him back, forcing him to flee into the forest with a broken howl.

Lyra screamed. No! She rushed toward the place where her daughter had stood. Nothing. The child was gone. The darkness laughed. One down. Lyra's eyes filled with rage. Bring her back. No. Bring her back! The darkness whispered: You want your daughter? Lyra raised her sword. Yes. Then come inside. The darkness opened a giant mouth beneath the golden ground. Lyra stared into it. And inside the darkness... she saw her daughter. Alive. But standing beside someone else.