Lyra Valkyria Age Novels & Stories

I let the truth settle. “My name is Lyra Vale. I am the inheritor of blood, agony, and despair. But I also carry the future. I want to, if you'll have me, be in charge of the Rune Restoration Program. Not as a symbol. But as a scholar. As a sister. As someone who still believes in the Academy, even when the Academy doesn’t.” I stepped back.

“I’d be happy to, Everett. How is Amne doing? she asks as we walk back into the big house. “She had a good night and Ancalagon suggested flipping her onto her stomach and that seemed to really help her settle. It hadn’t occurred to me that in her dragon form she would never have slept on her back, so it felt uncomfortable for her.” “I remember it took me several decades to feel comfortable sleeping on my back,” she tells me. “Decades? How old are you?” Valko asks her. She turns and looks at him. “I’m 126 years old. My sister, Zephyr is older than I am, she’s 151.”

He gestured behind him with his fingers. Lyra met his gaze head on. “At least you didn’t pretend to love me for an apartment,” she said bitterly. Kenzo let out a short scoff that sounded almost like a dismissive laugh. He looked forward again. The silence returned, but the tension between them had eased slightly. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Lyra. Lyra Cullen.” “Your age?” “Twenty one. Today,” Lyra answered, her tone edged with irony. Kenzo did not offer birthday wishes. A man like him did not indulge in pleasantries. He merely tapped his finger against the armrest.

I am still an outcast after all and it is not doubt some of these men here still don't accept me as one of them even after ten years. He puts his hands out towards Nolan and Kieran who stood aside watching. They walk to him and he takes their hands before looking directly at me. "It has been an honor having a woman like you fighting my battles with me, Lyra," he said and I give him a small smile "and with the power bestowed on me, I hereby make Lyra Valeria the next eerl and Alpha of the Vikings!" My heart stopped for a second. What? Why did he not tell me his plans before? I feel a bell ringing in my ears as all eyes turns to me.

“My baby… you’re so strong. Stronger than any of us could have imagined. But you’re still just a child. If this gets out… if anyone discovers what you truly are…” Matthias stepped forward, his large hands trembling slightly as he reached out to touch his daughter’s silvery fur. “You’re the strongest of us all. A Lycan Soother blessed by the Moon Goddess. But that also makes you the biggest target. The Blacklores, the High Council… they would stop at nothing if they knew.” Liliana looked up at them, her silver eyes steady. “That’s why I’ve been careful. That’s why I built everything in the shadows. But I can’t hide it from you anymore.”

I wasn't sure of how anything was going to feel, but the feeling was more intense now than it had been in the dream. Lyra's food choice threw me for a loop; I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was; Lyra seems to be a lot like Vega when it comes to food. Just another thing I was going to love about her. I hope Lyra doesn't mind the age difference; it's only five years; I turned twenty-six last month. I wonder if Lyra knows that I had the same dream that she had had? I honestly didn't know what I should or should not do. So when I saw her staring at everyone on the dance floor. I thought that that would be the best chance to get close to her.

She also says that as far as abilities are concerned, she has had them since she was young. “I can always ask Crystal to help,” Lymiria says. “Who is Crystal?” I asked. “She is the first black crystalline opal dragon. She is also my many greats aunt.” Lymiria states. The entire room looks at her. None of us knows what to say. If what she is saying is true, then that makes her over 1000 years old. That is amazing. Travian tells her to please contact her. I can see the excitement on Ty’s face. It makes me happy to see a smile on her face. My boys are sitting on either side of her. I am glad that they found their mate in her.

Thassa did his best to allow himself to be led by Ilyria. But he would stop suddenly, or abruptly turn at any noise. Once, he stumbled and pulled Ilyria down with him. Her eyes flew open as she fell, her hands bracing for the fall … … and she found herself kneeling at the door to Daria’s chambers where she was conducting a meeting. Ilryia, had been twelve and spying through the keyhole because her twelve-year old self had already begun to mistrust her mother. She knew they were talking about eliminating a competitor.

Following Julian’s scent, Lyra found the basement a few minutes later. It was a dank round room solely illuminated by candles. As soon as Lyra walked into the room, she was welcomed by the sound of clapping. Looking up, she saw Valeria standing on a raised altar in the middle of the room. She was the one clapping, a huge smirk on her lips. “We are all here,” Valeria said. “Perfect.” After having her plans thwarted so many times, Valeria had been scrambling to find a way to get rid of the Lycan King and the Luna Queen.

I grounded out. Thorne shook his head. “You claim you want to protect Lyra, then you must know that the blade is made specifically for her. It doesn't matter what you believe. It is real.” I rubbed a hand over my face and rolled my eyes. “Fine. Let's say that blade is what they say it is; I still won't sacrifice Lyra to keep myself safe.” “She is a Chimera,” Thorne bellowed. “She is a creature of the ancient. You have no idea the kind of powers she wields.”