Lyra Valkyria Age Novels & Stories

"We have to keep moving. We have to get to Stonehearth." "Why?" Valen asked. "What's changed?" "Everything," Lyra said, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across her face. "She's not just a ghost anymore. She's a queen. And she's waiting for her king." They began to climb, their steps lighter, their hearts filled with a new, more powerful hope. They were no longer just fugitives running from a darkness. They were heralds, running towards a dawn. ***

"I can't trade that woman and her child for anything. When Valen saw that I didn't die, he started a hell fire for me." "And ten years later, the hell fire hasn't burned completely, he took Veroni from her mother... from me... and damaged that little girl badly." Tears streamed down her eyes. She didn't try to hide it either. Scrutinizing eyes still held hers, "And today, I stared at that girl and I saw traces of a girl she would have been if disaster didnt befall us all upon her birth. Bright, beautiful and so smart...." "It made me wonder, how Lyra.... the only daughter of King Valen... is able to reach into that girl's tormented heart and soothe it?"

Lyra's laughter filled the room. "I'm 129 years old," she revealed, her expression mischievous. My eyes widened in shock. You'd never guess her age; she looked 17 at most. After all, she was a pure vampire. I shook off my astonishment. "Why do you think classes were suspended?" I asked, settling into the sofa. Lyra's grin returned. "They're preparing for the Paranormal Olympics," she said. My frown deepened. "What's that?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

“It helped me avoid them.” “Sense it?” He moved closer, circling me like a predator examining prey. “Show me.” I extended my gift, letting the silver light manifest in my eyes. I could see the magic woven throughout this space, could feel the power emanating from the sorcerer himself. His eyebrows rose. “Interesting. Very interesting. You have the sight. Rare in wolves.” He stopped circling and faced me directly. “I am Valak. And you are…?” “Lyra Dominic. I’ve come seeking your help.”

“My Lord, while we celebrate your… personal choice, surely the other humans should be shared among the worthy bloodlines. For the good of the realm.” Kaelith’s voice turned lethal. “Lyra is mine. Any male who so much as looks at her with desire will lose his eyes. That includes you, Varak. Do not test me.” A heavy silence fell over the table. Lyra’s cheeks burned. She felt like a trophy being fought over. Yet beneath the humiliation, that treacherous warmth in her chest responded to Kaelith’s fierce protection. Later in the evening, while Kaelith was briefly pulled away by advisors, a servant approached Lyra under the pretense of refilling her wine. He slipped a small folded note into her pa

Kyra said as she got up. She excused Betty and began going through her things. She really needed to get in touch with this guild. And if there's anything she would need, it would be money and more information. She gathered all her gems and expensive jewelry. At least all the ones that a spoilt 10 year old would have. If she exchanged about half of them, she should be able to raise at least 100 or 200 gold coins. But then again, who would want to trade with a 10 year old. Her age was really a huge restriction in her plans.

She asked me and I nodded instantly. "It's beca_" "Shhh, because you feel it's been so long?" Valkyrie cut me off again and I groaned in annoyance. "Hear me out! Will you?!" I had to yell at her or she would never listen. "The moon goddess matched me up with no other person but Ryder Blackthorn, the Alpha's 18 years old son!"

Which meant Lyra knew more than I'd accounted for. "I know," Val said. "That's almost the worst part. At least if he was going to expose me I'd know what I was fighting." A pause. "This way I don't know what he wants." I stepped around the vines. "Training," I said. "That's what I want. You're ten minutes late." They both turned. Lyra was on her feet in a second, smooth and quick, placing herself half in front of Val like that did anything. Her eyes were steady on mine. Sharp girl.

~Lyra~ Fuck. I swear to every celestial body up there, I thought that was it. The end. The dramatic, gasping, slow-motion fall of Lyra, aged eighteen, freshly mated, still sore from getting ruined by the only man who’s ever made me forget my name—and about to be strangled to death on her own damn floor by a mascara-smeared banshee with abandonment issues. Honestly? I thought I was going to die.

Something inside Lyra eased, if only slightly. Cassandra then turned toward her. “And Lyra, this is Valeria Valehart.” Her tone remained light. “The Royal Gamma’s daughter.” A faint chuckle escaped her. “And Dominic’s childhood friend.” Valeria stepped forward immediately. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you." Her smile was genuine as she extended both hands instead of just one. “Welcome to the Northern Kingdom.” Lyra accepted them almost automatically. “Thank you." “I’ve heard so much about you.” Valeria’s smile widened.