Lyra Selene Novels & Stories

“It’s something as old as time. But I noticed it’s dormant, waiting for a particular trigger to activate it.” A cold chill settled into my bones. “What does it do?” Selene shook her head. “I don’t know yet. I need more time to study it, maybe hope the moon goddess reveals it to me. But if I had to guess… it’s tied to her lineage and to you!.” “One more thing Jake,” she paused. “Come on! What is it?” I queried. “You know I hate suspense. So, spill it.” I enquired. “Lyra is two weeks pregnant!” For a moment, I forgot to breathe. “What?” My heart stopped.

“And I know this isn’t you.” The demon writhed beneath my skin, wanting to resist. But the wolf, the Alpha, and something deeper—something ancient—recognized her. Not as a weakness. Not as a threat. As Sovereign. Behind her, Selene’s voice cracked through the air. “You think a whisper can stop that? He’s lost to you. You fool—he’s not your Caelan anymore.” Lyra didn’t flinch. She didn’t even look at Selene. Her hand remained on me.

"She crawled all the way back up through the night, and I told her to get out—" He raised his head. His eyes were red. He looked at Selene. "From this day on, I have one daughter. Her name is Lyra. Not you." He walked out, carrying the pieces of the crystal, going after my mother. Selene stared at the closed door. For the first time, something like panic crossed her face. She turned to Caelum. The familiar look came, the soft, trembling lips, the helpless eyes. "Caelum, I know I was wrong. I know. But Lyra and I looked exactly the same. If you look at me, isn't it like seeing her—"

I was unpleasantly surprised when I came downstairs. Sienna was standing in my kitchen looking at me like she wanted to kill me. She is my brother’s and Alpha’s best friend. She is 25, just like my brother and Alpha, and she has been hanging out with them since childhood. Now, she is clinging on to them like they are a lifeboat. She was devastated when she found out that neither my brother nor Alpha were her mates. That didn’t stop her from trying to become Luna. She is always around Alpha, proving herself and trying to convince him to take her as his chosen mate.

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

When Kaelen knelt in front of her in that dark dungeon, reaching out to gently push the matted hair away from her face, Lyra had screamed in terror, shoving him away with frantic strength. "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" she had whimpered, her mind fractured from six years of isolation and trauma. It had taken Kaelen a full year of gentle care to restore a small fragment of her mind. Shortly after Lyra was freed, Selene—overcome with immense guilt and the physical complications of her paralyzed body—passed away quietly in her sleep.

Her mark, the one Damon had placed on her, began to burn—a gentle warmth at first, then a scorching fire that made her gasp. "The Moonstone is reacting to your bond," Damon whispered, eyes locked on her glowing skin. From the shadows beyond the stone, an ethereal form began to take shape. The figure was a woman clad in robes that shimmered like starlight, her hair flowing like liquid silver, eyes ageless and knowing. Aria fell to her knees as Damon shielded her protectively, his wolf bristling beneath his skin. "I am Selene, the first daughter of the Moon," the figure said, her voice like wind over water. "And you, Aria of the Twin Flames, are the chosen vessel."

His eyes widened, disbelief vividly etched on his handsome features. "Indeed, Arthur," she confirmed, her voice cold and resolute. "I am Lyra Elendyl, daughter of the High Fae Lord, and I know your secrets." A murmur rippled through the crowd, like a breeze rustling through a field of tall grass. Guests whispered among themselves, their faces a mixture of shock and fascination. Some regarded Lyra with newfound respect, while others seemed to shrink away from her, as though fearing retribution for their unwitting association with Arthur.

I feel the effect as it pulls energy from the building, filling me with more than enough for this fight. “You think that gives you an advantage over me? Who’s stupid now, Aphrodite? Blood River isn’t my only pack. I just told you, I’m Luna of the Menae. Not only are we the Menae, WE are the Maven and WE are the Healers.” I hold the sword steady and stare her down, letting my energy build. My voice grows louder until it booms in my goddess tone. “WE are the Sentinel. WE are the Wild. And you better fucking believe WE are the Dark.”

“Damon, tell me! Don’t leave me in the dark. You can’t… you can’t abandon me now. We are partners, team mates, we must stick together.” I ignored her, savoring the silence that followed the signal. Leo was ruthless, impatient, and ambitious. He would not leave me to rot here. Not when I was the key to his long-desired war and victory. I had promised him the Ether and he wouldn't let me die before I helped him. Selene, however, didn’t stop clawing for attention. “I’m the only one who can stop her, Damon!” She shouted, her voice cracking. “Don’t you see? Lyra’s powers… you can’t fight her alone. I can strip them from her. I’m the only one who can!”