Lyra Valkyria Age Novels & Stories

“Or people I’m trying to see if I can scare away. You’re still here, so I’m assuming it’s the first one.” Despite everything, warmth curled in my chest. “Talia,” I said slowly, “who is Lyra?” She went still for half a second. Then she resumed combing, more carefully this time. “Persistent, aren’t you?” “She was mentioned yesterday,” I said. “And again, just now. Jace looked…unhappy. You said you’d seen worse. Is she the ‘worse’?” Talia sighed. “Lyra Voss. Ironwind noble. Warrior. Gorgeous. Deadly with a spear. I'm very sure she was going to be Kael’s Luna.”

I remembered seeing him stand for a split second when he thought no one was looking. “Kaelen, this is Lyra,” Darius said, his voice oily with false pride. “My eldest. Just turned eighteen. She’s... a bit thin, but with the right Moon-blessing, she’ll fill out.” Kaelen’s eyes raked over me, cold and analytical. He was silent for a long beat, the tension in the room thick enough to choke a pup. He had leaked rumors of his permanent disability just to scare off the Nightbanes, yet here we were.

resumed the young woman, watching her watch. "You've been sleeping for exactly thirty three hours." Taken aback, Skylar just stared at her, wondering who she could be, even though her voice sounded familiar. She sat down next to Skylar and held out her hand. "I'm lyra, I'm 20 years old" Skylar shook the young woman's hand and replied, "Skylar, 19." The young woman chuckled. "There's no need to introduce yourself, everyone here knows you. You're the wolf who dared dating with Asher, the son of the terrible lycan king." ironically, she burst out laughing.

He looked at the mark on her neck, Rowan’s, and then at the ancient sword at her hip. "A Silver Omega," he whispered. The word traveled through the clearing like a wildfire. The other outcasts moved closer, their expressions shifting from anger to awe. "I am Lyra Vale," she told them. "I was sold into a cage when I was eighteen. I spent twelve years being told I was a trophy, a secret, and a thing to be owned. I ran to these mountains to save my child, but I found something else. I found my home." She looked at each of them, meeting their eyes. "The men who hurt you are coming here. Julian Cross and the Council think they can turn this mountain into a laboratory. They think you are garbage b

But unfortunately Dostov is very good at hiding his emotions. "I just told you, I don't know for sure about the birth of a new Valkyrie," she replied back kindly. "But you have information reporting the possibility, right?" I know I'm pushing him into a corner right now. But how else, we need that information for our plans. "Yes" he finally answered. Greg was starting to look interested. He pulled his feet off the table and sat up straighter on the couch. "I can't confirm that of course. No one can confirm a Valkyrie's identity until they are seventeen years old," he continued.

Valor looked up at his helper's face again, before asking, "What's your name?" The Fae woman paused and stared at him for a moment, "Freya." "And how old are you, Freya?" Valor asked, the name rolling off his tongue. "I'm in my 2nd age. Our lives are so long we do not bother with years like you mortals." Freya muttered, scrubbing his leg harder. Valor thought for a moment, "how long is an age? In years if you don't mind." Freya paused, glaring at him, "an age is 100 years. Being in my 2nd age means that I am between 100 and 200 years since birth."

“…did not grow up fast.” Lyra almost roared with laughter but held herself, the hall was mostly quiet now and the only people talking were the priest, Soria and Zaden when they needed to. “So maybe…” He continued. “…my soulmate has not turned eighteen yet.” “Well, I would be eighteen tomorrow…” “So you’re my soulmate then?” “What? No! Shut up.” She cautioned him, both of them grinning. “Anyway, I would be eighteen tomorrow and then I would get to meet with my soulmate, he is going to be a warrior…”

I asked, gesturing to a veiled girl near the window. Julise’s grip tightened. "Lyra Vale. Don’t stare. Rumor says her mother was Fae, and her magic was bound after she burned down a village when she was twelve. Her parent sits on the council, no one knows which one, because they never show their face." Lyra’s gauzy veil fluttered as she turned, revealing eyes that glowed faintly gold in the shadows. "Thessalia Mire," Julise said, redirecting my attention to a honey-blonde girl charming one of the judges. "Ice magic runs in her bloodline. She’s playing the long game, watch her."

Lyra I am not quite sure when it happened, I mean the exact minute but i dont hate myself. I don't like myself either, I am just me. Spoiled youngest daughter of Russian vampire king Kirill, or as I call him Papa. I am just over a hundred years old, well 106 actually, and I just hate what I was born into.

“Mother… there’s something you need to know about Lyra.” Katya’s expression twisted in distaste. “Why are we even speaking of her?” I thought we'd cleared her case as a cheat and liar. Darius stepped forward, his voice tight. “Because she’s not who we thought she was.” Katya raised a brow. “She was a mistake, a nobody. What else is there to know?” Amara hesitated, then spoke the words that changed everything. “She is Alpha Rhea.” Silence. The air in the room seemed to shift, thick with unspoken words. Katya blinked once as if registering the sentence in pieces. Then, a slow, cruel laugh left her lips.