Lyra Valkyria Age Novels & Stories

“As the youngest one amongst them, what are you, Lyra? Seventy? Maybe sixty-five?” I laugh, the sound echoing through the charged air. “I think I can manage.” I can see the tension snap inside Lyra as her expression tightens, her eyes flashing with something dangerous. I know I’ve struck a nerve. After all, one universal fact is that women of every race and specie are sensitive about their age. And a vain one like Lyra? She would be even more bothered. A growl vibrates through the air and Elder Rothgar, a hulking mass of muscle and fury, steps forward with a thunderous roar.

She clutched it tightly as Kane stepped forward, his blade gleaming even in the dim chamber. “We don’t have time for this,” Valeria hissed, her voice sharp as she drew her staff. Arcane symbols shimmered in the air as she prepared a defensive spell. “The longer we linger, the more dangerous he becomes.” The shadowy figure at the center of the chaos tilted his head, his hollow gaze locking onto Lyra. “You,” he said, his voice a low, venomous rasp. “The Light Stone’s new bearer. A girl who knows nothing of its power. How predictable.”

"She awakened your vanity… and your hunger." With a gesture, Valkyria summoned three women. All adults, dressed in white, eyes lowered, aware of the role they would play that night. The air shifted. Ancient power awakened. "Three," Valkyria explained softly. "One for strength, one for youth… and one to seal the rebirth." Vlad hesitated only a second. Pride, desire, nostalgia for himself, all mixed together. Then he did it, and on the third, the world seemed to explode inside him.

Dusk-Blades—weapons designed to sever the connection between a shifter and their primordial form. Valerius stepped in front of Lyra. His nine tails expanded to their full length, glowing with a violent royal amethyst light. He looked like a god of war carved from starlight. "Stay in the van, Lyra," he said softly. The clingy vulnerability from earlier was gone. This was the man who had conquered three star systems before his twentieth birthday. "Valerius, your runes—they're bleeding!” Lyra screamed. He didn't care. The violet light intensified, the floor beneath him cracked under the weight of his power. He moved.

“She’s here.” I turned to Lyra, gave her a nod. She stood slowly, regal and composed, and stepped forward. “I am Lyra, the only daughter of Elder Marcus,” she said, her voice clear. “And everything my husband has said is true.” A stunned hush fell over the room. “My father plotted to kill me,” she continued. “I was carrying his grandchild. Yet he planned to take the baby, kill both my husband and I, and crown himself regent until the child was old enough to lead.”

Lyra — Age 13 Blackwood Pack Territory, Alaska By the time Lyra Blackwood reached her thirteenth birthday, the endless expanse of Blackwood territory no longer felt like a ravenous beast ready to devour her. It still prowled at the edges of her awareness, but she no longer trembled at its roar.

"You have no idea what you're up against." Lyra's heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to let fear take hold. Her love for Arthur still burned within her, but it was no match for the determination she felt to protect her friends and put an end to his tyranny. With a defiant glare, she clenched her fist and focused her energy on the nearest wraith, willing tendrils of radiant energy to emerge from her fingertips. The luminous strands danced through the air like ethereal serpents, wrapping around the wraith and squeezing until it dissipated into wisps of shadow.

Xyla’s P.O.V. (Continued) We knew that we wouldn’t be able to hold out for long. Valerie was still way stronger than us. She was the most dangerous witch of her time, and it was almost two hundred years ago. It was what I knew in my past life. In this life, I had yet to meet her, and I had some other plans. After that battle and these changes in this second chance, I was sure that I had missed something very big in my past life, and now I knew.

"Yes. Prince Kael specifically instructed us to make sure you're comfortable." I lowered my gaze, unsure of what to say. No one had ever worried about whether I had eaten before. It felt... strange. "Th... thank you." I Murmured. She smiled again. "My name is Valerie, by the way." I looked up in surprise.What's with the introduction. "Valerie..." I repeated softly. "It's nice to finally introduce myself properly." She chuckled. "Earlier, there wasn't much time." I gave her a small nod. "My name is Lyra."

One luna came towards me, and I nodded with a smile. “Hi, Lyra Vexen from the Frost Fang Pack.” She extended her hand, and I accepted it with a smile. She was about 5’4 with a petite figure, pale white complexion, and deep blue eyes. She was really beautiful, and in her pale blue gown, she looked like a doll.