Lyra's Books Novels & Stories

Lyra POV It took days to reach a semblance of normalcy. Sarya took Lyra under her wing almost immediately, offering warmth, food, and quiet guidance that Lyra had almost forgotten existed. Every night, though, Lyra would wake trembling, clutching at the blankets as visions of Emberclaw’s flames haunted her mind. She screamed silently in the darkness, Cinder coiled tightly within her, soothing, reminding her that the past could not harm her here.

Lyra’s POV Entering the library, I cradled the stack of books in my arms, remnants of my recent exchange with Lucy. The scent of aged parchment filled the air, mingling with the faint hint of dust. My eyes eagerly scanned the room, searching for a glimpse of Lucy amidst the rows of towering bookshelves, but she eluded my sight.

Lyra blurts, sitting up. I glance at her. "Yeah, can’t you?" She frowns. "No. It’s just weird-ass pictures to me." I roll my eyes. "Then what the hell are you doing here?" Lyra scoffs, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "First of all, you’re welcome for my presence. And second, I’m brainstorming." She gestures to the books. "There’s actually a lot of interesting stuff in here. A lot of weird stuff that doesn’t make sense."

“Are you going to tell him the whole truth, or are you still hiding behind your bond?” Rigel froze, his jaw tightening. “What is he talking about?” I asked, turning to Rigel. Rigel’s expression darkened, but before he could respond, a soft knock echoed through the room. Lyra stepped in, her presence immediately commanding attention. She held a small, leather-bound book in her hands, her lips curled in that familiar, enigmatic smile. “Am I interrupting something?” she asked, her tone light but her eyes sharp. “What do you want?” Rigel snapped, stepping protectively in front of me.

Elara sat across from them, her knees drawn to her chest, her violet eyes flicking constantly to the trees as if expecting them to split open and reveal some horror from the Veil. “We don’t have much time,” Lyra said, emerging from the tent with the Prophetess's book cradled in her arms. The ancient tome was bound in leather that looked far too new for its age, pulsing faintly with heat. She handed it to Aria, her expression carved in stone.

If it is really true, just like I have always suspected, that Lyra is a Chimera, then she is more than just an Alpha. I whispered softly. “So what you are saying is that she’s some kind of forgotten queen?” “She’s more than that.” Thorne said. “She’s balanced. She’s the one the moon turned away from—because she carries both light and shadow.” Thorne chuckled. “I still can't believe all of this. We are talking about Lyra, a girl who was barely an Omega.” “No. She was never an Omega. They made her one.” I said and remembered the force of energy I have felt from Lyra over and over again. “She was no Omega.”

To every reader who has journeyed with me through the shadows and lights of this story - thank you. This book was born from grief and healing, loyalty and rebirth. It was a story of letting go, of learning how to run again even when everything hurts. Lyra's path wasn’t easy - and it’s far from over. The story continues. Book Three - Lyra : Dawn of the Divine The gods have awakened. Lyra thought she'd lost everything - her mate, her future, her place in the world. But the Moon Goddess has chosen her for something far greater than she ever imagined.

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!"

The shadow tattoo on his neck pulsed in a slow, steady rhythm, keeping time with the far-off thrum of the newly rebalanced ley lines of the continent. “You stand again still, my King.” A smooth and familiar voice drifted from behind him. Lyra stepped out onto the balcony, the hem of her pale-gold silk gown whispering over the marble floor. Her white-blonde hair was pinned up with delicate pins forged from refined solar quartz, leaving the nape of her neck bare where her own matching Soul-Bind mark radiated a gentle, soothing warmth. In her hands, she carried a bound parchment portfolio—the architectural plans for the Empire's first cross-territory library network.

Neither of then knew whether she wiuld be coming after seven years ago or she was going to come back soon enough. Elinda and the spy, whom people came to find out her name was Ana, were loathed by eveyone. Everywhere they went to, they were knocked aside as if they were some dustbins and chased away from people’s presence. All the pack member’s beileved, Karen had decided to go away because of them. Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls.