Lyra Selene Novels & Stories

I drew closer and found a woman seated by the poolside. She was very beautiful, her skin was as fair and it glistened while her hair was as bright and silvery as the moonlight, she wore a Silk robe and exuded an undeniably warm and eerie aura. "Come," her voice sounded like still waters as beckoned on me with an outstretched arm that called directly to my soul. I knew her. "Child," she called me and my inner instincts told me I was indeed her child, my time as Luna already familiarised me with the description of Selene so I could not Miss her.

Ashley confirms. "She……." The word slipped out of a confused and terrified Selena. "Yes, the moon goddess chose you for a reason," She retorted. "The moon goddess…" She scarcely whispered. "Who is the moon goddess?" She seemed troubled and fearful that some of the words were leaving her lips, she didn't even know when they did slip out of her lips. She still can't wrap everything around her mind. "The moon goddess is our creator……." Ashley answered her. "Our creator…..'

"The girl who broke the record three centuries of history couldn't." "Her name is Lyra," Kaelan says, and there's an edge in his voice now, protective, sharpening beneath the diplomatic calm he's been maintaining since she rode through the gate. "I know her name." Selene's voice stays light, almost pleasant, which somehow makes it worse. "The whole southern court knows her name, Kaelan. It's rather difficult not to, when messengers arrive breathless every few days with fresh rumors about the girl stronger than the Lycan King himself."

The shadow-shape in the tear watched her with its void-eyes, patient and eternal. “The she-wolf,” Lira managed. “The one who was betrayed. Who was she?” “Her name was Selene,” the voice said. “The first Hidden Luna. The mother of all who carry the light. Clara was her descendant, as are you. The light you carry is a fragment of the seed Selene wielded — the seed that became a blade. It has been passed down through the generations, growing dimmer each time, waiting for the one who would use it not to strike but to heal.”

Then the voice returned, calmer this time. You can help your Alpha. A chill ran through her body. "Who are you?" she asked again, fear and confusion filling her voice. The answer came almost immediately. My name is Lyra... and I am your wolf. Selene's eyes widened in disbelief. "My... wolf?" Her heart skipped a beat. She had one. She wasn't cursed. All those years of believing she had been abandoned by the Moon Goddess, of believing she was broken and incomplete, suddenly shattered before her eyes. Tears welled up as a thousand unanswered questions rushed through her mind, but she forced herself to stay focused.

“Who are you?” This time— The woman answered. “My name is Selene.” The name hit something deep inside her. Not a memory. A warning. The ground beneath Lyra’s feet trembled slightly. Selene noticed. “You remember me.” “No.” “Your soul does.” Lyra hated how certain she sounded. Hated how familiar she felt. “Were you the one who gave me the mark?” For the first time— Selene’s smile faded. “A piece of it.” Lyra froze.

“Then let me become the lock.” Selene shook her head immediately. “No.” The young woman smiled sadly. “It is why I was born.” Lucian looked toward Lunaria. “Who is she?” The Oracle whispered, “The first Queen’s sister.” Silence. Amara stared. “Selene had a sister?” “Yes.” “Her name was…” Lunaria’s voice softened. “Princess Lyra.” ⸻ Lucian froze. “Cassian told us Lyra was the King’s daughter.” “He believed that.”

Her healing light exploded outward, filling the room with green fire that didn't burn. "By the ancestors," Selena breathed. "He's not amplifying my power. He's purifying it. Making it what it was always meant to be." Kai—barely seconds old—turned his ancient eyes to me. And smiled. "The second one's coming," Lyra gasped. "Her name is Luna. She's—" Lyra's back arched. "She's the real one. Kai just prepares the way." "Prepares for what?" But even as I asked, I knew. The twelve emotional conduits. Nova's evolved children. Rose's empathic gift. My phoenix fire. All of it had been leading to this moment.

"The wolf woman, Selene. She's awake. And she wants Lyra. A new kind of stress made my muscles tense up. The debt was due. I found Lyra in Selene's room already, having been woken up by the noise. She stood by the bed in a robe, her face pale but her eyes clear and determined. Selene was lying on pillows, and the dark pact mark on her neck stood out against her pale skin. Her eyes were haunted, as if they knew something that had made her ten years older. "Lyra," Selene said in a low voice. "I'm here," Lyra said in a calm voice, holding back a world of pain and confusion. Selene said, "It's coming," and her eyes were wide with real fear. "I can feel it." A pull. A hunger. It's not here yet, b

Alpha Callum climbed the staircase, followed by Lorey. They entered the room and saw Clarice's unconscious body lying on the bed. Lorey rushed to bed. She couldn't help it, tears sprang from her eyes. For an orphan without a future, family and relatives, Luna Clarice has been kind to her, she's like her older sister. She's afraid of losing her, the only family member she ever had. "Luna... please fight to survive. You have to live for your son!" she said, weeping helplessly.