Lyra's Books Novels & Stories

She was only brutally honest. The wolf princess walked further into the hallway until she was right in front of Carys’s room. “If you are going to open this door, do it quickly." Her shoulders went up to signal that her hands were hurting. Carys’s ended up opening the door, and Lyra marched in fiercely, dropping several books onto the table. “Pack bloodlines. Court alliances. Noble territories,” Lyra listed. “You need to learn who wants you gone.” Carys stared at the books blankly. “That sounds exhausting.”

I heard her cries from across the room and watched the pack deny her help. I watched her get up. That part stayed with me longer than I expected it to. She is strong. “Who is she?” I ask my Beta, Cain, who accompanied me to Ashveil. “Lyra Thorne,” he whispered. “She is an omega and an orphan. She has no family in the pack.” “What was Godric’s reaction?” I inquired. A pause. “He seemed pleased.” “I wonder why.” He should know his son is making a mistake. Why didn't he stop him?

Lyra The library was quiet and mostly empty when I got to it. I pulled a book from the nearest shelf without looking at the title and I sat at the center table— opening it, I read through the first page. I read it again then I read it a third time. The words arranged themselves in front of my eyes without any sense as shapes that I understood individually but couldn’t assemble into anything coherent. It felt like the part of my mind that processed language was entirely occupied with a pair of silver-grey eyes. They were all I could think about.

“The circle’s closing in, Sybil. Careful. You’ll get trapped inside.” “Let. Go. Of. Me.” Mrs. Leyton says, her voice cold. “The dark servants are almost here,” Bea whispers, a sudden note of desperation in her voice. “Discordia?” Robert suddenly calls out. “Is that you? Come out from there.” I sneak a peek over the edge of the book. He’s looking towards the punch stand. Where Grace is hiding. I see a flash of blue, and dark blonde curls bouncing as Grace makes a dash for it and disappears into the crowd.

I smiled softly at them, stopping at the edge of the bed. The girls stopped jumping and ran to me. “Yes, baby?” I asked, brushing their hair with my fingers, starting with Leyanne, then Selene. “Mommy, Aunt Anya is reading us a book about Big Bang Theory,” Lyra Helene said, wrapping her arms around my neck. I turned my head to Anya with my eyebrows raised. She chuckled. “What? It’s Lyra Helene’s night.” She winked at my daughter. “She chose the book.”

Lyra, seemingly unbothered, pulled out her phone and started tapping lazily. Serena frowned. "What are you doing?" "Emailing Langley," Lyra replied, thumbs are still moving. Serena blinked. "Wait....what?" "I already finished the report," Lyra said, still not looking up. "Twelve pages. APA format. Charts included. I even used your favorite color for the slide titles, Jade.....blush pink, right?" Jade's mouth opened. Then closed. Lyra finally looked up, calm as ever. "I wrote it under all our names. You're welcome."

That evening, they gathered in the house, the five of them—Liora, Ashiel, Ronan, Elara, and Lyra, who was happily chewing on a piece of soft bread. "We need to understand what this means," Liora said, her voice low. "She didn't just push it back like I do. She destroyed it." Elara, who had been watching Lyra with a healer's keen eyes, spoke first. "Her power is different from yours, Liora. You are a Scribe. You work with memory. You use stories that have already happened. Lyra... she uses what is. The present moment. The feeling of right now. Her song wasn't a memory of joy. It was joy."

None of us had the luxury of doubt anymore. Lyra crouched near the dying embers of the fire, murmuring incantations under her breath as she traced runes in the mud. Her face was pale, hair damp with sweat. Whatever she’d burned through last night to fight the shadow had left her drained, but she didn’t complain. I sat wrapped in Kael’s cloak, fingers resting lightly against my stomach. The child was quiet. Too quiet. That stillness frightened me more than the fight had. It wasn’t just my heartbeat anymore, it was ours.

“Although it happened because Mother was present, I am still so happy that I was acknowledged for once.” “That's great news, Milady.” Lyra said, smiling even wider. “Um, it is.” “Do you wish to celebrate it?” She asked. “Umm, maybe tomorrow or the day after. For now, I need to sleep.” “Okay then, I will put you to bed. Then I will go to the Library and read some books.” “Are you still trying to find out Sable Stormbringer's identity?” “If it would give you rest, then I must.”

She had made her choice, and she would not dwell on things that could not be changed. On a quiet afternoon, Lyra found herself in the heart of an ancient library—a place she had visited many times before in her quests for forgotten memories. The library was vast, its shelves filled with scrolls and tomes that stretched back through the ages, documenting the lives, histories, and memories of countless souls. Dust hung in the air, illuminated by shafts of light that filtered through the tall windows. It was a place of peace, a sanctuary for those seeking knowledge.