Lyra Valkyria Age Novels & Stories

"Very interesting circle that you surround yourself in?" "Yes," I huffed, pushing away a piece of my hair away from my face, getting annoyed now. "I'm surrounded by good people. People who protect me. My friend Kaitlyn, a Valkyrie, Sam- " "Oh, so it's you who has the Valkyrie as an ally?" She played again, laughing this time. "As it is, you must protect them. You must help them. They are in grave danger." "Danger?" I quizzed her. Since she wanted to play games, I would try playing one of my own. "What's going on that would put the Valkyries at the heart of danger?"

“Yup. So did Karma.” “I mean,” he chuckled. “If anyone was going to get into some shady shit, it was Karma. If we’d had to place bets, I’d have said Karma ended up being an assassin.” “Not too far from the truth, she is my Sergeant at Arms as well as my second,” I laughed. “So how did the Valkyrie happen? How…just how are you where and who you are?” I smirked.

But for the first time in my life, I feel like I truly know who I am and where I belong. Whatever comes next, whatever trials we must face, I know one thing for sure: I am Lyra Nightshade. Daughter of two worlds prophesied savior and master of my destiny. And I'm ready to fight for the future I choose. No matter the cost.

He leapt at Elyra, but with a flick of her wrist, she sent him crashing into a tree. Bloodied but alive, he struggled to rise. “You think you can stop me?” Elyra sneered, her voice echoing with power. “You’re nothing but a useless creature!” Her words ignited a fire within me. I turned to Dwayne and thanked the heavens he was alive. "I'm not useless." I shot back, trying to rise again. "I am Valkyrie. Ragnor’s mate and his other half. You can't have him, Elyra. Never!"

Valerie took to her heels as she ran to her room in tears like her mother had said, locking the door behind her Valerie curled up on her bed as she let tears flow freely from her eyes. “What do I do with Valerie?” The Suprema asked Adira in confusion as she sighed. Asides being the highest ranking warrior in the pack, Adira was the personal adviser to the Suprema. “Sheʼs becoming too powerful for her age...” Adira started saying. “..And Iʼm afraid she might be unstoppable and uncontrollable when she gets to the peak. Sheʼs just eight and sheʼs already showing off so much power.” She finished, looking over at the confused Suprema.

Does this mean it’s possible that she will have sex with Drake, not just once? ‘Of course, girl,’ Leia uttered, her wolf. She shook her head. It’s been a while since her wolf talked to her. “Anyway, your check-up is done. We need to go back to the royal house to prepare you,” Lilac said as she stood up. - “DRAKE might be ruthless on the battlefield. You must know that his purpose is to protect his kingdom,” Millie reminded while helping Emily boost her confidence. Emily bit her lower lip and nodded. “I’m fine, Millie. Nothing to worry about,” she said and smiled. She knew that Millie and Lilac were concerned about what would happen, but this is what it was. It has to happen.

Each of them carried weapons, not only swords, but also pistols, archers, and a stone flail that had spiked tips. A Lycan named Gora—is the youngest, around 17 years old, but look at his strength when he swings stone punches at the enemy, so beautiful and charming. Cia who was peeking from the window, couldn't help but feel normal. That's pretty good for a kid his age.

Lyra's POV: A few days past, I dreamt of my life within the walls of the Orphan Home, before I fled and found myself in the city of Zurik. In those days, I was but a child, scarcely ten years of age. The harshness of the Orphan Home had grown unbearable, and so, I came up with a plan for escape. TEN YEARS AGO: On the Fourth Day of the Eighth Month in the Year 1737. AT: St. Modera’s Orphan Home in Corvin.

"Then teach me. You said you'd teach me." "I'm dying, girl." The words hit like a punch. "No. You're not." Aria's voice cracked. "You're fine. You just need rest and—" "I'm seventy-three years old. I took a Blood Hunter's claws to the chest. And I used a teleportation spell that should've killed me outright." Lyra smiled. Sad. "I've got maybe a day. Two if I'm lucky." "No." Aria was shaking her head. "No you can't. You're the only one who knows the truth. The only one who can help me."

And tonight, for the first time, the honor of igniting that light did not belong to the Alpha or the Luna. From the shadows of the southern archway, a figure emerged. A collective, breathless sigh rippled through the hundreds of wolves gathered in the temple. Lyra walked into the moonlight. She was eighteen years old, a breathtaking, impossible amalgamation of the two people who stood on the dais. She had inherited Xander’s tall, athletic build and the dark, silken cascade of his hair, but she moved with the quiet, ethereal grace of her mother. She wore a ceremonial gown of deep forest green, entirely devoid of heavy furs or ostentatious jewels, carrying herself with a sovereign humility tha