Lyrica Hale Novels & Stories

And then. Haden let out a low murmur before pulling her in closer to him, "You," he said, "It's definitely you." She froze in his grasp, her eyes still wide, set firmly on Leo. "What's your name?" He asked but Lia didn't respond. "Lia Loren, age 17 from Triton," Leo said deeply, emotion practically undetectable in his tone but upon examining his face, I could see it deep and repressed. "The Alpha's sister..." Haden said, getting a proper look of her. "Nice to meet you, Lia. I'm Haden."

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

Arya POV Waiting for him to speak was like torture. He was silent for what felt like an eternity. She was becoming impatient with her father. “Well? what is it?” The king let out a long sigh and ran his hand down his face. “Your mother wasn’t just a normal hybrid, Arya.” He notices her confused expression and finishes explaining. “Being part Lycan and part witch the Lycan side enhances the witch’s magic. Making it more potent. Ive been telling you that all your life. What I haven’t told you is that your mother was a High Priestess and a Queen blessed by the Moon Goddess. The coven she was born into cast her and her mother out when they found out she was a hybrid. Her father was one of the or

“But tell me, Cael—how can you protect her from a truth she doesn’t want to hear?” Liora’s heart hammered, but she kept her gaze on the dark outline in the trees. She didn’t want to give Hale the satisfaction of seeing her falter. Cael moved closer, his presence like a wall at her back. “You don’t get to speak her name,” he said, each word measured. Hale’s smile—she could feel it—didn’t fade. “Names have power, Alpha. You should know that better than anyone.” And then, as if some silent signal had been given, Hale stepped back into the dark until the trees swallowed him whole.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

A hologram bloomed in the air between them—schematics Isla recognized instantly. Herself. Not a body. A map. Neural pathways, genetic overlays, dormant sequences marked in amber. Isla felt a chill. “You said Lyra was gone.” “She is,” Hale replied. “But what she built remains. And ECHO cannot allow that kind of power to walk away unsupervised.” Isla’s jaw tightened. “So this is where you tell me I’m property.” “No,” Hale said. “This is where I tell you the world is about to fracture.”

Ethan Hale. Heir to the powerful Hale family, one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the city. The Hales owned hospitals, luxury hotels and companies worth billions. People feared them, respected them and obeyed them without question. The second his gaze landed on me something inside him snapped. “You.” His voice was low and dangerous. And before I could speak he crossed the hallway in seconds and grabbed my arm hard that I felt the pain in my body. “E-Ethan—” “Where is Layla?!”

Lila stood in the middle of her new office on the 32nd floor of Hale Global Tower, sunlight pouring through floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. The space was hers — completely hers. Marcus had surprised her with it two days after the trial ended. A sleek, modern office with a private lounge, a small nursery corner already being prepared, and a nameplate on the door that read “Lila Hale, Founder & Creative Director.”