Lyra Rogers Novels & Stories

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

he repeated with another sigh. Xanth turned around when he heard footsteps running, only to see Syrana and Tezani. Syrana looked at him asking him questions with her gaze, but he just blinked once and looked away from her. She sucked in a breath and her body crashed into the cave wall, she clutched on to her dress around her chest area and slowly fell to the floor as tears pooled out of her eyes. “Lyra…” she sobbed. “My baby girl.” Ryder turned his head to see who had just come into the cave and he saw the white-haired woman who was now laid on the floor, and the other girl standing beside her. He rolled his head forward and let out a long sigh.

Rylan mocked dejectedly. “Warriors, please fight, fight with me, fight for your home, for your family.” Lyra roared out loud. “You still stand with them?” Rylan asked with a questioning eyebrow. “Yes!” Lyra responded firmly, standing her ground. “I will not join forces with those who destroy what they can't have.” This isn't Lyra the timid slave, but Lyra the courageous and powerful warrior. Yes, she hasn't unlocked her inner self, so what? She wouldn't abandon those who cherished her and gave her a new life.

"I know you don't understand, but this is what I have to do. I'm sorry." Leah turned and ran out of the cafe. She could hear Ray running after her, calling her name. She didn't stop running, or wait to reach the launch pad, before shifting into her dragon. She glanced back once to see Ray staring after her. He didn't look happy, but there was nothing she could do about that. She had a clan to protect; they needed her.

The rogue snarled and came again. I ducked, grabbed its wrist, twisted, and slammed my elbow into its face. The creature stumbled back but recovered too fast. It leapt again, jaws snapping. I rolled under it and slashed its leg. He screamed. Then I jumped onto its back and forced my blade into its spine. It fell instantly. But there was no time to breathe. Two more rogues stormed me at once. Lyra blocked one with her dagger, the blades clashing violently. “Behind you!” she shouted.

“Alpha, please…please,” Ronan leaned down and grabbed her arms. “What happened?” She yanked away, shaking violently. “The Luna! The Luna… she has been attacked! Rogues, there are rogues…” Everything inside me went still. “What?” I stepped closer, my voice dropping dangerously low. “Say that again.” “Rogues attacked her!” Lyra cried. “She was trying to protect me… she pushed me away… she told me to run. My alpha, you must go… please, please…”

Claiming she was a means to ignite the fame of I and Seraphina's career even more. My throat tightened. It wasn't news that the headlines always sang her name. But this time, it hit different. The world was singing the praises of the ghost I thought I had buried. I set the phone down slowly, pressing my palms against the desk as the weight of it all settled on me. Was she just there to sing?.. Or she had plans to take revenge and destroy me piece by piece, just like I did to her? My voice came out, barely above a whisper. “What are you planning, Lyra?”

Elena's POV Five years had passed since the divorce. Five years since Adrian Black signed my life away like I was a bad investment he needed to cut loose. And somehow, I was still thriving. I was Dr. Lyra Royce now… or at least that’s what the world knew me as. My real name was no longer relevant. I had created a new identity, I didn't want to be reminded about my past life and well, discretion was good for my job. The most feared corporate strategist in the country.

My long dark hair fell loose around my shoulders, my sharp features hardened by the unrest in my eyes. I was Lyra, daughter of Alpha Darius. Strong. Ambitious. Chosen to stand beside Kael in two weeks’ time. The bond between our packs was about to be sealed through me. Through my marriage. Through my power. This was what I had worked for, what I had prepared for. I was not some fragile thing to be shaken by shadows and faces unseen. And yet, I couldn’t banish the image of the girl from my mind. Why her? Why now?

"You." He took a step into the room. The Creche attendant whimpered in the corner. Lyra took a step back. "No." "The system requires your compliance," the Overseer said, his voice cold and empty. He reached for her. In that moment, Lyra was not a seven-year-old girl. She was the daughter of a queen and a guardian. She was the Voice of the Mountain. She was the spark that had called to the Geode. She didn't think. She acted.