Lyra Selene Novels & Stories

Hidden in a valley shrouded in mist, guarded by trees older than time, was a city of moonstone towers and whispering wind. And standing in the heart of it— Lunari. Fewer than she imagined. But alive. Real. Waiting. A silver-eyed woman stepped forward. Her aura shimmered like moonlight on water. “We felt your awakening,” she said. “The bond echoed across the ley lines.” Selene stepped into the circle. “I am Selene of the Hollow. Alpha Luna. Last of the First Line.” “You are no longer the last,” the woman replied. “You are the first reborn.”

And by morning, I felt emptier than I had ever felt and then I heard a scream of excitement. Mira jolted upright, bouncing like a child on the first snow. “Lyra, get up!” she squealed. “Didn’t you hear?” My throat was dry. “Hear what?” “Alpha Kael has found his mate!” Every part of me went still as I had butterflies in my stomach, was he really going to announce that I was his mate? After all he had said fate doesn’t care about rank or rules “Who?” I asked. She looked at me with a contagious smile on her face. “Your sister. Selene!”

“You think you can just stand there and mock me—when you’re the one who caused all of this? You make Ronan reject me!" Lyria’s eyes narrowed, and she stepped forward, her own power glowing faintly around her hands. “You’re a fool, Selene,” she shot back, her voice sharp. “You think you’re above everyone? Above the Moon Goddess herself? You’re nothing without her guidance, and now you’ve thrown away the one person who could’ve helped you. You’re going to fall, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.”

She focused on the floor, each stroke harder and faster than the last. “It’s such a pity you’re not more like your sister. “ Selene ridiculed her. “Everyone sees how helpful she is.” “Oh, look at you,” Seraphina drawled. “Maybe you’ll get a promotion to maid soon.” Lyra held her breath, tucking in her chin. Moon Goddess, help me, she prayed. Make them go… Selene shook her head. “I don’t think she could handle that.” She laughed softly. “Maybe this time she’ll manage to do something right.”

Yash let out a long breath, spreading the fire so thin it was if it were only a plume of smoke that shimmered in the sky. The drumming began to intensify as the Luna stepped forward. Her flame was large, as long as her torso. She split it in two allowing each hand to hold a flickering flame. As she chanted the flame began to take shape, turning into the goddess selene in one hand. On the other hand was now a fiery man. I recognized this legend. It was about Selene's love story. Knowing that Raya would not understand the story as it played out, I decided to tell it as the flames recreated it.

My singing wasn’t part of the arrangement. He was probably worried I would ruin his plans. Though that was my intention, now wasn’t the time. “Everyone, settle down. Yes, I created the song, and no, I can’t be your Luna. Thank you for asking. I’m…the Lycan Heir’s Luna.” I nodded my head to the three males who shouted the loudest. “Some of you might already know me. For those of you who don’t, I’m Saira Malivik, Alpha Heir of the Evergreen Pack.”

A beautiful blonde woman stood in front of me, my wolf Seff was white with red eyes standing next to her. “I am Seline.” She said bowing her head. “I am the Moon Goddess, I have come to help you leave this place as you don’t belong.” She said kneeling. “Why am I here?” I asked. “To meet with me.” She smiled. “I know your childhood wasn’t the best, and you know nothing of what you are.” She said touching Seff. “But I am here to clear up any questions and confusion you have.” “Why didn’t I know what I was?”

Her expression was solemn, but her eyes were kind. "The festival is a time for the future," Hestia said, her voice carrying over the noise of the crowd. "But to walk forward, we must sometimes look back. Lyra, there is something I have been guarding for a very long time. It belonged to your mother, Selene." The clearing went quiet. Lyra felt a lump in her throat. She barely remembered her mother. Selene had died when Lyra was very young, leaving her alone with a father who saw her only as a way to pay off his debts.

“Things have changed.” “As long as you’re in that circle,” Selene added, “your power turns on itself. Every attempt to break free causes pain.” Lyra finally spoke. “If I were you, I’d sit still and wait for Aria.” I glared at her. “You cheap thing. Shut the fuck up.” Selene chuckled. “It also weakens mental communication with your beast.” Her eyes glittered. “He’s quiet now, isn’t he?” My chest tightened. Veyr.

The girl was clearly the opposite of the graceful Lolerei. Lolerei must be very anxious because this girl would be Luna instead of her. But she didn't need to worry at all because I would destroy everything Ikaros Alexandrovich loved. ***** Azalea's POV When I arrived at Jay's apartment, I noticed that my sister's scuffed leather shoes with worn-out soles were already by the door. And seeing those shoes, suddenly, guilt spread within me. If only my education wasn't so expensive, she would have bought herself a new pair of shoes.