Lyrical Universe Novels & Stories

> “It’s the song again — but this time, it’s not mine.” > “Exactly,” Seren said. “It never truly belongs to any one voice. Each universe adds its own harmony. And when the last note fades, another will begin.” The two of them watched as the new world took form — oceans of light, winds that carried laughter, mountains made of dreams. And in the sky of that newborn world, a pale red moon rose. > “The memory remains,” Seren whispered. > “It always will,” Lyra said. ---

Lucy, who had noticed my presence, quickly grasped the situation, her face registering shock. "You... sister? Wait, where did this sister come from?" she exclaimed. "You—this is all because of her?" Trevis's gaze shifted towards Lucy, his tone growing colder. "Lucy, please leave. This doesn't concern you," he said. Lucy left the room, but as she walked away, she shot me a jealous and resentful look. I was feeling somewhat afraid, and Trevis noticed it, so he stood protectively in front of me. After she left, Trevis brought me to the desk and began explaining the question to me. His voice was gentle and soothing, flowing naturally like a calm stream. However, as I listened, tears welled up in

After a silent moment of reflecting, Raeherys leaned closer to the table and asked, “What else do you know about the orb?” Estevan raised a finger, opened his bag, searched inside, and then pulled out a thick pile of sheets, bounded by leather. He flipped through the thin sheets and said, “The Orb of Phlareus is a sphere with an infinite flow, like a streaming river with an unknown source. Put it in a glass or a barrel or a well, and it will continuously fill until it spills out. Because of its endless flow, the humans designed and created the Flerin.”

More and more she felt herself losing not just her voice but also herself. “Senna!” ✒✒✒ “Child, the sky once touches the ground. They met in a spiral of emotions but once got separated by nature. They promise each other. Someday they will collide. When the sky kisses the ground, it will be the most beautiful disaster of her life.”

A shaky, delicate whisper danced through graves before wrapping around us in a haunting hug. "Lullaby and goodnight, With roses bestride With lilies bedecked, 'neath baby's sweet bed May thou sleep, may thou rest, may thy slumber be blest May thou sleep, may thou rest, may thy slumber be blest…" Each word was grief-stricken and broken. It was obvious who it was when the words were clear enough to understand: the mournful cry of a mother who knew her child was going to die. Tear stains trailed down her cheeks as Luna Emma worked. Dirt was smudged across her face that almost hid the dark bags beneath her eyes. My heart ached for her as she worked. Luna Emma was oblivious to our presence, lost

Christos stood by the table and waved Amaris and Lyle over to him. Lyle finally moved from the spot that he had been rooted the entire time. He placed his glass down next to Christos' and walked over to stand next to Amaris across the table from Christos. "This first tapestry depicts the foretelling of you being born. It reads... The daughter of the shadow rulers shall be begotten on the night of the brightest moon and shall be born on the same. A descendent of the gods, it will not be known to her what she is, but she will have many wishes for the lycan. With a power unknown to her she will lead them all together into one." Christos paused there to let what he had just read

yes, He trailed off. “she have sent roses for all realms along invitations being a floral goddess and......”. “And?”, I ask narrowing my eyes at him. “she sent white roses for all the other realms but red roses here specially for you”. Lucas states. I Blink my eyes multiple times and asks “so what?”. He rolls his eyes and states “white roses are for peace, she want to make peace with all other realms but red roses are for love, she sent here to you”, what would be the reason tae? Dont act dumb now. lucas huffs.

Well, at least not in her time. The loud noise of singing, dancing, drums, sounds of musical instruments forming a beautiful symphony was thrilling to Lyra. Soon, they approached a huge gate which opened on it's own to reveal the two gigantic buildings that stood intimidatingly. The compound was filled with pack members singing and yelling in joy. “Uh.. I’m.. what..” she stumbled on her words. She was not a savior or anything. Why the hell were they screaming for joy like a God was about to grace their midst.