Lyra Valkyria Age Novels & Stories

I stopped. Lyra’s mom was speaking. “Lyra needs a partner. She doesn’t usually have pelvic pain during her period, but now she has. It means she needs intimacy.” My mom gasped. “You mean she needs a man?” “Yes. She’s thirty-six. She needs someone. There’s nothing wrong with her age.” Thirty-six. I’m twenty-four. Perfect match. But the next thing I heard made my blood boil. “We should start looking for someone for her. She can’t keep living without a partner.”

Lyra shielded her eyes—but she couldn’t look away. A silhouette stepped through the light. At first, he was nothing but a shape inside the glow. Then the brightness dimmed enough for her to see him fully. He appeared young—no older than eighteen—with hair that shimmered like strands of night sky, flecked with faint silver. His skin glowed faintly, as though lit from within. And his eyes— Lyra’s breath caught. His eyes were the same silver as the crack. Calm yet ancient, as if they held the memory of stars.

Michael looked satisfied with my answer, but of course Rephael needed more. “Do you not know of the war that is coming in 800 years?!” She yelled at me in anger at my stupidity. I had heard nothing of a war. I was only 44 years old, and just found out I will live forever. I hadn’t got a chance to talk to Lucifer because he wants me to train. Of course I had no clue about it. I gave her a matter of fact face. “No Rephael, why don’t you enlighten me?” Kinda laughing aloud. This made her angry.

Ryder Point of View "What's the plan?" Zack asks as he hands out guns to everyone except for Anna. He made sure to give a small pistol to the teenage witch named Valerie. Valerie asks nervously. It was obvious that she was out of place. She was just 17 years old watching over Anna as Tera possesses Anna's body from time to time as a bunch of werewolves, a hunter, and mere human plans to execute a person. This doesn't scream out normal.

“There have been rogues breaking into witch houses. They aren’t hurting anyone, only breaking in when no one is home. They are taking grimoires, family trees, anything about their histories. We aren’t sure what they want them for. We think someone is behind it but haven’t been able to find any proof. The witches asked us for help because the rogues are our kind. We were asking about Alpha Mitchell to see if maybe he had heard about it. He wont meet with us about anything regarding the rogues unless it is for war.” “So, you are thinking because he won’t meet you and the fact that he was asking about what happens when witches turn 21, he is behind the break-ins with the rogues?” Arya asked wit

Valerie thought Lord Storm's mansion is absolutely not a pleasant place for a minor like her, "What's your age ? " Valerie asked, "I'm 18 years old," Vera said with a smile. "Ohh that, I have misjudged your age !" She added. "How did you end up in this den it must be hard for you too, did that monster take advantage of you as well?" Valerie bombarded her with questions. "Is it Lord Storm you referring to a monster ?" Vera asked, "Of course who else would enslave innocent girls in his mansion and get away with it ?" Valerie said,

Curiosity? Kaelan inhaled sharply. “Even without all the obvious reasons. I am too old for you.” Lyra looked at him, really looked, and he didn’t look too old. “How old?” “Thirty-eight.” Lyra smiled. “That isn’t too bad. I am twenty-five after all.” Kaelan's eyes squinted slightly, and he tilted his head to the side. Then his other hand lifted, he hesitated for a fraction of a second, then he placed it around her waist and pulled her into him.

Now she stood at the center of the chamber, every eye on her. And she didn’t flinch. “The girl returns,” sneered Elder Vorek, his fur-lined mantle heavy with silver rank. His ancient eyes glinted beneath the crown of thorns woven from sacred ashwood. “And now she thinks herself a flame reborn.” Lyra raised her chin. “I don’t think so. I know it.” The dozen elders murmured. Some with interest. Others with disdain. “I stand here as Lyra Vale. Daughter of Elira of the Celestial Blood. Survivor of betrayal. Heir to the Moonbreaker line.”

“I hoped you'd love it” Confusion was written all over Lyra’s face as she stared at her Dad. She trudged towards her bedroom as her Dad followed behind. “I put in a word with one of the Alphas, he spoke to the pack and asked them to welcome you” “Alphas? I’d love it? Uh.. what..” she stuttered. “Yeah, you’ve always loved to be treated as a princess, to have your own throne and be a Queen!” “Yeah, that was your ten year old girl! It's been Ten years Dad!” she explained as she threw herself on the bed situated in the room.

Lyra struggled, panic rising in her chest, but Jessy’s grip was unrelenting. “Jessy, please!” Lyra cried, her voice cracked as she tried to free herself. “Don’t do this!” But Jessy’s expression was woven with hatred, her eyes gleaming with a cold, merciless darkness. “It’s too late, Lyra. You’ve already lost.” In one swift motion, Jessy sent Lyra's body past the edge of the cliff. Lyra’s scream tore through the night as she fell helplessly, the wind roaring behind her ears. The world escaped around her briskly, and all she could see was the jagged rocks below, rushing up to meet her.