Lyra Selene Novels & Stories

Lyra "By blood of the ancient line," Selene declares, "I surrender claim and redirect power to its rightful purpose." She slices her palm with a ceremonial dagger, letting blood fall onto the key embedded in the circle's northern point. The action breaks the stalemate, sending a surge of power through our counter-ritual that overwhelms Vega's resistance.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

Helios even backed away, bowing within in my head in submission. ‘Well, aren’t you the sweetest thing. We haven’t been introduced yet, little Alpha.’ Riley held out his hand to me, his voice rising above the rain. “Zayle, come here.” I stumbled toward him, slipping my hand in his. He smiled and kissed me softly. Looking at the figure that was the rain, or the rain outlined her figure, Riley squeezed my hand. “This is Selene. Our Moon Goddess. My over bearing mother.” ‘Little rain wolf, how could you?”

Not in my life did I ever feel like I would ever see her. Slowly the lady in front of me turns and my heart skips a beat. She has the most beautiful face I have ever seen and the crescent moon crown on her head confirms my suspicions. She is just like a pearl in the middle of the sky, a cloak of light and love at the same time. “Goddess Selene” her name rolls out of my mouth as I slowly begin to walk towards you. “You are a child after my own heart, Michelle” I hear her say to me as a gentle yet genuine smile appears on her face; “a child I have come to love more than even my own direct descendant”

“Why are you calling me?” The woman turned slowly, her face serene, yet sorrowful. Her eyes, silver like the moon itself, locked onto Hana’s. “I am Selene,” she said, her voice soft yet commanding. “The Moon Goddess.” Hana’s fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. The title sent a surge of rage boiling inside her, her chest tightening with grief and anger. “The Moon Goddess?” she spat, her voice dripping with venom. “You mean the one who doomed me? The one who let my family die, who made me mate with the same man, the same monster who destroyed everything I loved?”

"And?" The elder’s voice was final. "A Luna should prioritise her pack. You are unfit to be Luna." The words struck like a whip. Eliana’s entire body went rigid. Another elder turned to the gathered wolves. "Serena is the rightful Luna of the Blood Hounds." Serena’s breath caught in her throat. Luna? Her? She barely processed the elder’s words as the pack’s voices filled the hall. Some wolves looked pleased. Others uncertain. But all Serena could focus on was the pounding in her chest.

I reached the altar, where the Crown of Lycanthra rested on a velvet cushion. The high elder stepped forward, his voice resonating through the hall. “Today, we witness the coronation of Aiden, who will lead us into a new era. With the Crown of Lycanthra, he will guide our people with strength and wisdom.” He lifted the Crown, placing it gently on my head. I felt a surge of power, of destiny fulfilled. The hall erupted in applause, the sound filling my ears and making my heart race. As the noise died down, the high elder spoke again. “Now, we shall witness the union of Aiden and Lady Chloe, a bond that will strengthen our kingdom.”

His joy knew no bounds, this was how it was always meant to be. The slave felt like he was floating for the rest of the day as he went about his duties. It all felt like a dream, he knew exactly what was going to happen. HE WAS GOING TO DIE. There was no other way around it. he had hoped the Alpha would change his mind but alas he seemed overjoyed at the order. He was absentmindedly cleaning the Alpha's inner quarters when she walked in- Luna Caitlyn, the Luna to the pack, mother of the pack and wife to the Alpha.

I stared into the distance, half-blinded by my own ordinary human eyes, trying to follow where she pointed and failing badly enough that the whole exercise would have been ridiculous if not for the tension wrapped tightly through it. “You’re making this up,” I said. “No, I’m being generous.” “I can’t even see which one you mean.” “That sounds like a you problem.” Despite everything, something like a laugh almost caught in my throat and died there before it could live. Selene’s finger shifted again, further out, toward a shape I could not separate clearly from the others at all. “Lyra,” she said. “Tall, dark hair, the mouth. Yes. He’s always had a thing for Lyra.”