Lyra Selene Novels & Stories

“There are two Alpha’s ruling the pack Lyra. Thus, the pack is divided into two factions, Jaspers faction and Callum’s faction. Both are at rivalry. The peace and rest of our pack rests on your shoulders Lyra. You are to select the right Alpha. And I suggest you do that rightly and quickly, or you would be putting the pack in jeopardy under a wrong leadership.” How did it happen? Two Alphas? She has to pick? What happened to the moon goddess giving to each and everyone a mate? How did her leaving for the phrontistery at the Crescent Pack turn her into being the “Merlin” of her Camelot; Moonstone pack? The questions kept running through her head. Just then, a soft knock rang through the silen

I look around, taking a deep breath of my mate’s delicious scent. “Leana?” I call out. When she doesn’t respond, I call out again. “Kella?” I ask, looking around again. “Drake Cazien,” a melodic voice says from behind me. I spin around to see a beautiful woman, nearly as beautiful as my mate making her way out of the forest. She’s surrounded by a glow of warmth and light. I can sense her power, but no threat. “Who are you?” I ask. “My name is Selene. My children call me the Moon Goddess.”

Then, the rhythmic, heavy thud of combat boots on stone. The door didn't just open; it was shattered by a concentrated burst of Alpha energy. Selene stepped into the room, her designer coat discarded, her tactical gear showing beneath. She wasn't playing the victim anymore. “Well, look at the little designer in her little cage,” Selene purred, her eyes glowing a sickly, ambitious yellow. “I saw the boy, Lyra. I saw those amber eyes. Did you really think you could hide an heir from a man like Tristan?”

The moonlight poured gently into the stone chamber of Ravenshade Manor, washing the room in silver. Lysandra stood by the mirror, her reflection still unfamiliar—no longer just the woman she once was, but something far older and stronger. Selene, the first daughter of Vellaria, had returned. Her palm rested lightly over her abdomen. The heartbeat within was faint but steady, thudding with a rhythm that was entirely new—yet deeply ancient. A miracle, born from a love she could no longer claim, tied to a man she could no longer name.

And Storm had a shattered life that she had been determined to put back together. “Please understand that Lylah is a very powerful beast and none of the others have been able to control her or even merge with her.” Zeus explained. “Some came close but, in the end, Lylah always ended up killing them or driving them insane.” He sighed deeply. “But why have Selene bind her?” Blaze asked.

she said. “How? I am just an assassin, I just kill rouges, I'm not some big shot or a hero and who is this mastermind, he killed everyone that's precious to me!“ As the tears swelled up in my eyes but I never let it escape. She looked into my eyes with some sadness, “you are special, you are not an ordinary wolf, you are the daughter of Luna and our princess, you have a power that's been sealed and now your seal is at the verge of breaking.”

“Thank you, Luna.” The door creaked open behind us, and we both turned. Lyra stepped in. Her presence filled the room instantly, not loud, not commanding, but… sharp. She carried herself like someone who always expected to be questioned. Her gaze swept over me first, then landed on Selene. “You’re awake,” she said softly. Selene hesitated. “Thanks to you, apparently.” Lyra blinked, unsure how to respond. I watched the two of them carefully. “I told her,” I said quietly, “about your ability.”

The interdimensional creature roared in multiple frequencies, its form stretching and contorting impossibly. "What's happening to him?" I asked Selene, unable to look away from the horrifying spectacle. Her laugh was bitter. "He's manifesting his heritage. Just like his aunt." The words hit me like a physical blow. "His aunt? But that would mean..." "Yes," Selene said grimly. "Lyra isn't just any Fae-wolf hybrid. She's the daughter of the Void Walker, the most powerful being to ever cross between realities. And Luna carries the same blood."

SELENE I stand before the mirror, adjusting the elegant silver gown that drapes gracefully over my slender frame. The delicate fabric shimmers under the soft light, mirroring the moon's glow outside my window. Tonight is special, a celebration of love and unity. One year ago, I became Luna, leading my pack with strength and grace. But more importantly, tonight marks the first anniversary of my marriage to Damon, my Beta, and the love of my life.

My eyes shifted over to Jason who was glaring at Alex, his eyes steely and hard. " Mr De Mancuso, what a pleasure. I would say yes but I am a little busy with." Alex's eyes moved from Jason to me and he gave me a questioning look causing my eyes to widened a little. This whine forgot my name. " Moana." As I said my name, I pulled myself out of his grip causing him to chortle to himself. " Right. Jason, are not you wedded?"" I am, Moana is my sisters gal and if you do not step down from her in the coming ten seconds, she will be my sisters gal who's covered in your blood."