Novelas y relatos de On Lyric

“They exist in threshold states so naturally, so completely. No pain, no struggle, just being what they are.” She named them Lyric, a name that reflected the musical quality of integrated threshold consciousness. Lyric grew rapidly, their development following patterns similar to threshold children but without the slight confusion those children sometimes showed about their fragmented nature. Lyric simply was a threshold, knew nothing else, and seemed completely comfortable existing across multiple realities simultaneously. By age three, Lyric was already showing awareness that exceeded what threshold children achieved until much older. Their consciousness flowed between states with easy gra

“Ah! You're right! He turned into a wolf.” Lyall closed his eyes, sighed, and continued walking. “Is it because of that girl?” Cedric's words successfully made Lyall stop in his tracks and turn around. Cedric laughed. “Wow, Lyall's starting to get interested in the opposite sex. I'm sure if Lycaon found out, he'd be proud of you.” He covered his mouth with his hand, pretending to be shocked. “Ah... I forgot. Lycaon is dead.” He looked up at the sky. “Sorry, Lycaon. You can’t see it. You’re dead.”

The song of healing. The distorted echo of the valley snatched at it, trying to twist it into a dirge. But the Questioner’s stone in Lyra’s hand glowed brighter, acting as an anchor, holding her note true. Liora joined her. She didn’t sing the memory away. She sang to it. She sang a song of understanding. A song that said, I see your pain. I honor your sacrifice.

What I will do to a wolf mate. “I can find my own way around,” Lyric says, her chin jutting out with a fierce independence that only makes her more desirable, and more vulnerable. She dangles the keys Dale had given her in the air. “How hard can it be?” “Yeah?” I ask, a sliver of sarcasm slipping into my voice despite my best efforts to keep it smooth. “Do you know how to enter the wi-fi password on your laptop so you can access the internet? Or are you planning on spending the next decade without streaming services?”

Suddenly, one of Narco's twin friends, Lyric, who was sitting on the sofa, fiddled with the phone butts in. 20 years old. Stood six-four-foot, Lyric has a buffed body physique. He has a pair of midnight blue eyes under his round glasses. His silver-white hair was undercut. Beneath his turtleneck upper garment lies his tattoed body. With his handsome look, teens were surely come drooled over him. He sits in the place looking calm and cool like a well-mannered fella and slightly adjusts his eyeglass sliding down his sharp-pointed nose. Klauss looked in Lyric's direction with a blank expression and immediately turned his gaze back to Narco.

“I just think the timing couldn’t be any worse. Especially as we are about to head to war again. Plus, Mike…” Abruptly cutting herself off, Lyric’s eyes slightly glaze over. The color drains from her face as she receives a mind link. “Excuse me.” Nervously she stands and with an apologetic tone, “Excuse me,” she says again dashing out of my suite. I look at Tawny who returns the same puzzling look I wear, as we sit there slightly stunned at how Lyric just got up and left. “That was…” “Strange.” I finish the sentence. “What the fuck was that?”

The eagerness in her eyes disarmed him more than her magic had. “Yes, I will.” Kade said although he was unsure of how he was going to teach something that he didn’t know. That night, Lyric stood before the vanity in her chambers. The moonlight poured through the balcony drapes, turning her skin pearlescent. She was humming—a tune she didn’t know but that felt familiar. She combed her hair slowly, watching herself in the mirror. Then. **Knock. Knock.** She turned. The sound hadn’t come from her door.

~ TONE ~ “Hey, bro.” Lyric called, sheepishly walking into the balcony with a shy wave. I rolled my eyes at her.”What do you want?” “I just wanted to apologize for the weird encounter with Brian’s Mom. I’m sorry on her behalf.” She leaned against the rail, watching my eyes intensely like she was trying to read what was on my mind. “It’s fine.” I Sighed. “You sure.” “Yup.” “Wow, dude you have grown a lot. The old Tone would be so mad someone ridiculed him and would have set the entire place on fire.” She said and I glared,, causing her to laugh, I had no other option than to join in as well.

I was applying a rosy nude lipstick when Lyric entered through the door and out eyes met in the mirror. He wore a black shirt with black pinstripe trousers and a white tie. Since his hair was longer now, he had it combed back from his forehead. His only accessory was a watch and his jacket was probably in the living room where he was getting ready till now. Lyric’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at me, before a smile spread on his face. It made me want to smile as well… “I am glad to see you.” I told him instead as Lyric came up to stand behind me.

she asked me. “Not even married yet and already talking divorce,” I said and laughed. “You know what I mean,” she said. “Bash will join the pack soon, but after the divorce you get a place in town and you carry on with your life as you see fit, without revealing us of course. I’ll still be there for Bash and you,” I said. “Then I should rather concentrate on getting a decent job,” she said. Lyric really had no idea how her goodness affected other people. Now that she’d gained some weight, she was rather pretty. She looked more like a woman now and less like a girl. The change in her was a welcome one, because she was flourishing and that made me proud.