Lyra Valkyria Age Novels & Stories

Lyra Elsa stood before me, hands folded lightly, her gaze steady. “Eleven… no, seventeen years,” she corrected softly, almost to herself. “Before any of your… friends arrived. Before anyone thought to make this place anything more than what it was.” Kyra’s voice broke in, gentle but teasing. “Think about it, Lyra. How do you think the clothes you’ve been wearing came about?” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Fair point,” I admitted.

"I mahe conclusions from what I can see." His gaze returned to me. Under the weight of it, I felt exposed in a way I had not felt even under accusation. He studied me for one long moment, then asked, "How old are you, Lyra Vale?" "Twenty-one." "And if your rank is stripped tonight, where do they intend to keep you?" The answer came from Elder Marrow before I could speak. "She would be in the dungeon until sentencing." "That's impossible” Kael thundered. The hall went still again.

I snarled, bracing for impact. Valkyrie’s eyes glowed. He lifted his hand again, sending another hit. I rolled, narrowly avoiding a bolt of lightning that shattered the earth where I’d been. I didn't hesitate. Levitating a ton of heavy rocks from both sides, I buried him with both. I heard Lyra whimper almost immediately. I rushed over to meet her. She had dislocated her forelimbs from the dive and was vulnerable. I tried to take a look at her injury but she repelled.

Kael held the door and they moved out into the dark toward Elder Lysara's chambers without another word, and Zara watched them go with the hybrid's dragging feet leaving two pale lines in the dirt. She turned back to the room. Valkyrie had shifted back and was standing in the wreckage in a borrowed shirt, rotating her shoulder with a focused expression that suggested it hurt considerably more than she was acknowledging. "The last one," Zara said. "The one we brought to Lysara before. It was strong." "Yes," Valkyrie said. "This one was ten times stronger." "Yes." "That's a pattern." Valkyrie looked at her. "What are you thinking?"

The feeling of exhaustion slowly faded, replaced by a patient, waiting strength. And Lyra. At thirteen, she was no longer a child, but not yet an adult. She was something in between, a bridge between the spirit of the world and the people living in it. The annual Weaving ceremony had grown into a festival that drew people from every corner of the land. It was a time of joy and sharing.

Kai exclaimed. Valencia urged them to take a seat and, while finding their place, Alana probed, “So… How old are you, Valencia?” She looked down, turning shy while saying, "If you don't mind me asking." “Oh, I’m the oldest one in the pack. I’m already four hundred years old,” she proudly announced. “I have taken care of generations of Alphas. You name it, I have changed their dirty diapers!” Valencia pointed at Alric and revealed, “Including our great Alpha, over here!”

"Elara, I suggest you calm down. What good will dissolving the mate bond do for you? "How will you survive as an Omega without combat strength or an Alpha? What about the pups?" "I can support her," Lyra said. "I can take care of Mom and Finn." "With what?" Freya sneered. "You're only five years old!" "I'm actually 25 years old." Lyra took a step forward, meeting her gaze. "In the world I came from, I was 25 years old and the Alpha Female of a strong pack. I've brought more wealth than this pack produces in a decade.

The faint indigo runes along his forearms flushed bright with every strike, his footwork grounded, precise, and completely unyielding. Standing on the raised stone walkway above the ring was Lyra, twenty-seven years old and the brilliant Mind of the Sovereign Council. Her silver hair was pinned back with obsidian combs, her sharp silver eyes scanning her brother's form with quiet analysis. Around her wrists, her own amethyst scales pulsed softly as she held a floating parchment scroll in the air with a faint thread of frost-fire, making notes with her free hand while watching the bout. "Hold your left pivot, Valen!" Lyra called down, her clear, authoritative voice carrying easily across the

"I know I should be there for the upcoming visit from the Narva delegation, but is it okay if I don't attend? I'd rather not be in the presence of their new Lycan King." "Why? Would he recognize you? Have you two crossed paths before?" Kian asked and Lyra took a deep breath before nodding. "I remember meeting Riovanni when I was six and he was twelve. It wasn't until later on that I found out he was the son of an Alpha Lycan. Despite our brief acquaintance, we became fast friends. I'm sure my unique appearance stuck in his memory.” Lyra explained as recounted the details of her life before, which she shared with Kian.

When I take a killing blow, I want to be hundred percent sure that it would take him out for good or I know that the consequences of my failed attempt would be worse than whatever we were enduring now. It was beyond frustrating that none of the packs were prepared for Gavrael’s attacks. There should have been some sort of warning. He keeps saying he was locked up for centuries which doesn’t make sense because if has been alive for centuries, he wouldn’t look so young. Shifters lived longer than humans and age slower, but after being around for so long it would be physically evident that you’re advanced in years. My grandparents for instance were both almost three centuries old which is why t