Lyric My Universe Novels & Stories

In the Hollow One’s temple, we found it; a silver mirror that whispered. Each time I looked, I saw a different version of myself. One wore a crown. One held a child. One was devouring a pack. And one… was married to Lira. The Oracle broke her silence. “You weren’t born under this sky,” she said. “What does that mean?” I snapped. She held up my blood in moonlight. It shimmered like stars. “You were born under the Ninth Moon. Not this realm. Not this timeline. That’s why they fear you.”