Lyra Rogers Novels & Stories

It was not insane – it was completely, terrifyingly clear. “The Seeker,” she whispered, and her voice sounded like two stones, rubbing. “The settlers have called you. But you're too late, Raven Carter. The blood is already shed. The seal is broken.” Raven spanned every muscle in his body. How did she know his name? “You are Lyra.” “Lyra is just the vessel,” the woman answered and slowly rose. The Red Crystal in their hands began to dissolve, flinging like liquid fire through their fingers and

Her eyes blazed with passion, not a hint of fear. Three rogues surrounded her from different directions. One of them sneered contemptuously. “What can a little girl like you do?” Lyara didn’t answer. She didn’t even look back. Just one breath, and she moved. In a full rotation, her silver hair flowed like light cutting through the mist. Her body was light, but her attacks were full of power. Her sharp claws rose, and in a dance-like motion, she sliced through two rogues in one swing. The third tried to retreat, but Lyara jumped, her knee striking his chin, sending him stumbling before being hit by a barrage of punches that left him gasping for breath.

“You were hurt. They—” Before he could finish, a soft voice broke the tension. “Enough.” We both turned to see a woman stepping into the clearing, her silver hair glinting in the moonlight. Her piercing green eyes fixed on us with quiet authority. “Who are you?” Xavier demanded, his claws extending once more, ready to protect me. The woman raised her hands, her tone calm. “I am no ally of Diego,” she said. “My name is Lyra. And I’m here to help Henry.”

“She’s here.” I turned to Lyra, gave her a nod. She stood slowly, regal and composed, and stepped forward. “I am Lyra, the only daughter of Elder Marcus,” she said, her voice clear. “And everything my husband has said is true.” A stunned hush fell over the room. “My father plotted to kill me,” she continued. “I was carrying his grandchild. Yet he planned to take the baby, kill both my husband and I, and crown himself regent until the child was old enough to lead.”

Darius POV Darius slammed his palm against the stone wall, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The impact sent a dull ache through his arm, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside him. Lyra is Alpha Rhea. But Alpha Rhea of the Crescent Pack was dead. The name still didn’t seem right to him. He had spent years believing the Alpha of the Crescent pack was dead, believing that the woman who was to sit on the throne of the Crescent pack had vanished without a trace. And now, not only was she alive, but she was an Alpha… his ex, technically.

This is exactly why the situation with the Omegas really affected her so much that she sank so much of her money to put things correct for the poor females. Among the teenagers is a different story, Lyra is the number one poster girl for our strong teenage girls. She has her own fan club and even though she makes out how silly it is I can see how she smiles at each and every one of them. Never leaving anyone out, she includes them all and preaches acceptance and loyalty.

A figure crawls from the fissure-a humanoid in a shattered exoskeleton, their skin crackling with static. **"Help,"** they rasp. **"Please."** Jax raises his drone limb. "Architect!" "Wait." I kneel, recognizing the voice from the structure's transmissions. "Who are you?" The figure removes their helmet. Their face is human, but their eyes are voids of starlight. **"Designation: Lyra. I... I tried to stop them. The Ascension. They called me flawed."** Ravel snorts. "Flawed how?"

I could feel myself weakening even more, my power draining as the destruction continued. Lyra let out a piercing scream of agony. She closed her eyes and strained against her binds. “Raguel!” she screamed in torment. “Raguel, help me! It burns! Make it stop!” The sound broke my heart as it echoed in the room. I thrashed against my bonds wildly, ignoring the burning currents of the power shield. I dragged my knees across the rough granite, the stone peeling my skin, blood coating the floor as I tried to reach her. But I was powerless.

Couldn't afford to acknowledge it either, not when her only leverage was the illusion of strength. "My name is Lyra," the woman whispered, and the words came out rushed, desperate, like she'd been holding them in for so long that they'd rotted inside her. "Lyra of the Pine Ridge pack. Before this. Before Cole found me. Before she got her hands on me." Her voice cracked on the last word, and she glanced over her shoulder at the fire, where the lieutenant's gaunt silhouette was visible against the flames. "She likes breaking people. Likes it more than anything. But she doesn't just break your body. She breaks your mind. Your spirit. Everything that made you who you were."

Then— …she laughed out. Like actually did… I found myself staring in surprise. What was this place? Did I fall on the wrong side of bed, or..? She gave a small bow to me. “I’m Lyra. Head healer.” Then she turned to leav, but at the door, she paused. “Oh, and one more thing.” I looked up to her slowly. “What?” Her smile widened a little. “Everyone is excited to see the famous Ellia Estrada. Half human..half wolf.”