Lyra Rogers Novels & Stories

Jade cast a protective glance at Sofia, who sank to the ground, clutching her knees. Jade stood tall, her instincts sharpening. “Who are you, and why did you help us?” she demanded, her tone firm. The rogue met Jade’s fierce gaze without flinching. “My name is Lyra,” she said simply. “I’ve been watching your pack for weeks. You’re not the first to need rescuing.” Jade’s brows furrowed, suspicion lacing her voice. “Watching us? Why? And how did you know tonight was the night?”

My breath hitched. “No…” I whispered under my breath, trying to push myself backward again. But my body betrayed me. Lyra stepped aside completely now, blending into the edge of the chaos like she belonged there more than she had ever belonged to me. And then she smiled—not at me, but at them—like she had handed over something she promised. “She’s yours,” she said simply. The rogues moved in. One grabbed my arm. Another pulled my hair. I cried out, kicking weakly, my nails scraping against dirt and skin, but it was useless. They were too many, too strong, too used to breaking things that fought back.

Kael staggered up, clutching his shoulder. “I’m fine!” he barked, though I saw the blood soaking his armor. A blur of white caught my eye — Lyra. She moved like lightning, her small dagger flashing as she slashed at the rogues’ legs, aiming for tendons. Even without a voice, her fury was deafening. But then, one of the rogues, larger than the others, lunged from behind her. “Lyra!” I screamed. She turned too late. The beast’s claws ripped across her side, sending her crashing into the dirt. Her dagger flew from her hand.

Isabella said, her eyes narrowing as they landed on me, and for a split second, I saw a flash of pure, unadulterated terror in her gaze before she masked it with a smirk. "This is Lyra, my new Executive Secretary, and she is the reason Elias Marcus is currently being fitted for a pair of handcuffs, so I suggest you keep your comments to yourself," Xavier replied, while he walked over to the little girl and knelt down to give her a brief, stiff hug.

he says. I lift my chin. "Kael Varga. Alpha of North Ridge." My voice doesn't shake. I don't let it. Every eye in the circle turns to her. She swallows before she can get the words out. "Lyra Cole." Nothing happens. I wait through one moment, then another, willing something, anything, to answer us back. No heat rises. No pull tightens. No light stirs beneath our joined hands. The silence stretches long enough to stop feeling like silence and start feeling like a verdict already decided.

“Little wolfless.” Lyra's whole bones melted. Wolfless, that's what he had just Said. Do they think she's a taboo too? Are they gonna want to kill her too? “My name is Lyra,” she whimpered, trying to stand straight even though her whole body hurt. One of the guys must be Erix - she was having a hard time remembering their names. Erix - the one with the red eyes and red streaks in his hair. Tyson - the one with the purple eyes.

I don't think I'm able to attend the meeting but I have to do it, I'm scared of what Rhyker is capable to do, I'm afraid to say that he would anything to avenge his brother to the point of killing the assassin. His coronation would be next month, I think, that's why he was here to visit the hospital that saved one million people who faced death because of the epidemic last year in Yerilin and a little bit in Rosla as well. He must be worried and anxious that he's going to take over the powerful country that he made, that's why I let him go. I can't stand beside him when he needs a powerful and influential woman just like Princess Flora. Princess Flora is intelligent, I heard from my sister t

"You and David didn't figure it out." "No, we didn't." Her honesty no longer surprised me. "But you and Rhys aren't us. You've already done the hardest part—you've chosen the truth. Even when it hurts. Even when it costs you everything." I looked back at my reflection. Lyra Chen, investigative journalist. Daughter of a disgraced researcher and a corporate titan. Sister, friend, survivor. Soon-to-be wife. Not perfect. Not unmarked by trauma. But choosing love anyway. "The vows," I said. "We're writing our own vows."

Then, he strode over and took my hand firmly. Raising our joined hands high, he declared in a loud, unwavering voice: “I, Derek, Alpha of the Rogue Pack, claim Ella as my Luna!” Before the stunned spectators could react, Derek turned around—dragging my still-numb body with him—and left the hunting grounds without hesitation. A tidal wave of shocked murmurs and gasps exploded behind us, echoing across the field. Amanda collapsed into her father Alex’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. “Dad! I can’t take this humiliation! That moment—it should have been mine!

Leo said to his eldest brother, the only one in the house when we arrived. "Sure," Mateo said, nodding before smiling at me. I sat on the sofa and tried my hardest not to listen to their conversation. You'd think a house of werewolves would invest in soundproof doors for their office, wouldn't you? "A rogue killed a girl this morning," Leo said sincerely. "Who?" "Amber Valentinetti," Leo answered. "Your Beta's sister? Why?" Mateo questioned. Leo sighed, "There is a lot of shit going on with the rogues out there. Until the war, we had had little trouble with them for months. But now we're at our weakest, they've come back in full force. More than full force."