Thank you for reading this book . If you want to know what Lyra will face in the future I invite you to read next book " Lyra, Lycan Queen "
The Kingdom stands on the precipice of war, its fate teetering under the shadow of an ancient enemy. As Lyra and Kane lead their forces against the relentless army of the Shadow Order in the south, chaos strikes at the heart of the realm. The capital falls under siege and a devastating betrayal claims the life of the beloved King, leaving the throne without its protector.
In the wake of unimaginable loss, Lyra must rise to embrace her destiny - not just as a warrior or a leader, but as the rightful Queen of the Lycans. With the weight of the crown upon her head, she and Kane will face their greatest trials yet, navigating the treacherous path of ruling a fractured kingdom while confronting a ruthless enemy bent on destruction.
Amidst the raging war, Lyra’s bond with the mysterious stone grows stronger, revealing secrets about her lineage and a power so ancient it could tip the scales of fate. But wielding such power comes at a cost - one that could demand sacrifices Lyra and Kane aren’t prepared to make.
"Lyra, Lycan Queen" is a story of love, loss and unyielding strength. Will Lyra’s courage and Kane’s ferocity be enough to unite their people and triumph over the darkness? Or will the shadows of war consume them all?
The battle for the kingdom begins, but the fight for its soul has only just started.
The campfire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the gathered soldiers. Lyra sat on a weathered log, her gaze fixed on the glowing embers as her thoughts churned. The day's march had been grueling, and though the air was filled with the murmur of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter, there was an undercurrent of unease that no amount of camaraderie could dispel.Kane approached silently, his movements purposeful but unhurried. He settled beside her, his presence as steadying as the earth beneath her feet. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low and comforting.Lyra shook her head, her fingers absently brushing the stone hanging from her neck. “Too much on my mind. The vision… the weight of what’s coming… it feels like everything hinges on what we do next.”Kane studied her, his golden eyes glinting in the firelight. “It does,” he said simply. “But we’re not alone in this. You’ve built something powerful here - these soldiers, your father, me. We’ll see th
The acrid scent of charred wood mingled with the metallic tang of blood as Lyra surveyed the battlefield. The Lycans had claimed victory in the skirmish, but the cost had been sobering. Bodies of fallen comrades were carefully laid out by the medics, their faces pale in the flickering torchlight. Lyra turned her gaze to Kane, who stood at the edge of the clearing, his tall frame silhouetted against the crimson horizon. He was barking orders to the soldiers, his voice steady and commanding despite the exhaustion that weighed on them all.For Lyra, the aftermath of battle was the hardest part. The rush of adrenaline had faded, leaving her with the heavy realization that the war was just beginning.The camp was finally quiet by the time the moon reached its zenith. Small fires dotted the makeshift encampment, their warm glow offering brief respite from the cold night. Lyra sat cross-legged near the largest fire, her shoulders draped in a fur-lined cloak that did little to ward off the ch
The howls echoed through the trees, each one sharper, closer than the last. Lyra’s amber eyes darted across the shadowed treeline beyond the flickering glow of their campfires. A deadly silence followed the howls, the kind of quiet that made every warrior tense, every heartbeat deafening.Kane stepped in front of her, his sword already drawn, its silver blade gleaming ominously. His piercing blue eyes scanned the darkness with predatory focus. “Shadow Order scouts don’t howl for sport,” he said grimly. “They’re signaling something - or someone.”Beside him, General Harken gripped his halberd, his knuckles white with tension. “Then we can assume we’re surrounded. It’s a classic ambush strategy.”Alpha Killian, standing on the opposite side of the clearing, raised a hand. His voice was calm but commanding. “Stay sharp. Defend the perimeter and hold position. No one breaks rank unless absolutely necessary.”The Lycans in the camp sprang into action, forming defensive lines around the cen
The army marched at dawn, their silhouettes cutting sharp against the pale light of the rising sun. The air was heavy with the scent of dew and earth, mingled with the lingering acrid tang of burnt wraith mist from the previous night’s battle. Every step forward was a reminder of the trials that lay ahead, and every weary breath carried the weight of the fight to come.Lyra rode at the front of the column, her eyes scanning the horizon. The southern plains stretched before them, dotted with patches of dense forest and rocky outcroppings that could easily conceal enemies. Though her body ached from the relentless pace of their journey and the battles they’d fought, her mind remained sharp, her instincts heightened by the strange energy that now pulsed steadily within her.Kane rode beside her, his presence a constant source of both reassurance and tension. The memory of him being thrown by the summoner’s magic the night before lingered in her mind, a gnawing worry she couldn’t shake. H
The massive creature bore down on Lyra, its jagged claws slashing through the air with terrifying precision. She barely managed to twist out of the way, her blades flashing in an arc that scraped against its dark armor, producing a sound like nails on steel. The force of its counterstrike sent a tremor up her arms as she parried, her grip faltering for a moment before she regained control.The stone around her neck pulsed with energy, a warmth spreading through her chest and steadying her faltering strength. Every surge of light from the pendant seemed to slow the creature’s movements just enough for her to react, but it wasn’t enough to push her advantage. This wasn’t like fighting wraiths or human soldiers. This enemy was stronger, faster, and unnervingly intelligent.Its burning eyes locked onto hers, and a guttural snarl echoed from its throat. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, it lunged again, its claws aimed directly for her heart.Lyra raised her twin blades in an instinctive
The camp was subdued that night, a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed the battlefield just hours earlier. Fires flickered in the cold darkness, their light barely touching the tense faces of soldiers gathered around them. Conversations were hushed, fear and exhaustion hanging over the camp like a heavy mist. Despite their victory, the ominous appearance of Drevon had left the Lycans and their allies uneasy.Lyra sat apart from the others, her fingers tracing the now-cool surface of the stone around her neck. It felt lighter than before, as though the energy it had lent her during the battle had dissipated, leaving only a faint hum of power beneath the surface. She stared at the pendant, willing it to reveal its secrets, but the stone remained stubbornly silent.Kane approached quietly, a pair of mugs in his hands. He settled beside her, his presence a comforting weight against the night’s chill.“Drink,” he said, handing her one of the mugs.Lyra took it with a faint smile,
Lyra’s heart raced as the ground beneath her feet cracked, jagged fissures spreading outward with alarming speed. The malevolent glow of the Shadow Stone in Drevon’s grasp cast eerie shadows across the cliffside. She lunged to the side, narrowly avoiding a cascade of falling rocks as the edge of the cliff began to crumble away into the abyss below.“Impressive,” Drevon sneered, his black void-like eyes gleaming with contempt. “But you’ll find there’s no escaping your fate, little Lycan.”Lyra’s grip on her blades tightened, her body coiled like a spring as she assessed her surroundings. The terrain was uneven and treacherous, but she couldn’t back down now. Below her, the sounds of battle echoed through the pass - a cacophony of snarls, clashes of steel, and the cries of her people. Kane was down there, fighting to hold the line, counting on her to stop this madman.“Your fate is sealed, Drevon,” she shot back, her voice steady despite the adrenaline surging through her veins. “You ju
The camp was quiet now, save for the occasional crackle of firewood and the muffled voices of soldiers settling into their temporary haven. The witches moved with deliberate grace, their chants weaving through the still night air as shimmering barriers rose around the perimeter. Lyra watched the glow of protective runes pulse faintly before fading into invisibility, the final layer of defense against the dangers that lurked in the darkness.It should have been a moment of relief, yet Lyra’s mind buzzed with the weight of the day’s battles and the shadow of what lay ahead. She stood near the edge of the encampment, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared into the distance.“Still thinking about the Shadow Stone?” Kane’s voice came from behind her, deep and steady.She turned, her heart skipping as it always did at the sight of him. Even with the grime of battle on his face, his presence was magnetic - an anchor in the chaos. His blue eyes glinted in the firelight, reflecting conc
Lyra’s POVThe hours passed in silence.Scrolls, tomes, fragmented stone tablets - each one an ancient whisper from the past. Some were barely legible, their ink faded with time, while others had been written in languages Lyra didn’t recognize.She had lost track of how many books they had opened, how many records they had scoured. And yet, the truth remained just beyond reach, like a shadow retreating from the light.Her father stood across from her, his fingers tracing the edge of a brittle parchment. He hadn’t spoken much since her vision. But Lyra could feel it - his mind turning over the same thoughts, the same questions.Lyra frowned, thinking back to the battlefield in her vision. The crown. The blood. The chains forged by the gods themselves.“She wasn’t meant to be a ruler,” Lyra murmured. “She was meant to destroy. But something stopped her.”The air in the archive felt heavier.Killian crossed his arms, his gaze flickering toward the deeper, unsearched shelves of the archiv
Lyra’s Point of ViewThe northern stronghold was vast, its foundations built into the heart of the mountain itself. Hallways of cold stone stretched endlessly, twisting in intricate patterns as if the fortress had grown like roots over time, each tunnel a passageway to secrets long buried.Lyra followed her father in silence, her boots echoing against the polished floors as they descended deeper into the stronghold. The torches lining the walls flickered, their golden light barely reaching the shadows that seemed to press in from every side.She could feel it.The weight of history. The whispers of those who had come before.They were walking into the old places - the ones that had not been disturbed in centuries.Killian had said little since they left the war room. His expression remained unreadable, but Lyra didn’t miss the tension in his shoulders, the slight furrow in his brow.Finally, he spoke. “The archives were sealed after the war between the First Queen and the Demon God. N
Lyra’s POVThe chamber was silent after her father’s final words, but inside her mind - inside her soul - there was no silence.The First Queen was awake.She could feel her, a whisper in the back of her thoughts, a presence curling around her consciousness like smoke."You are not ready."Lyra stiffened, her nails digging into her palms.She had spent her life believing she was in control of her own destiny. That her choices, her victories, and her losses were her own. But now?Now, she wasn’t just herself anymore.The First Queen’s presence had been lingering since the moment she woke after the battle with the Demon God. At first, it had been subtle - a whisper here, a flicker of something in the corner of her mind. But now, it was like an ember catching fire, waiting to consume.Lyra closed her eyes, exhaling slowly."You are my heir."The words weren’t just memories. They were hers - the Queen’s voice brushing against her thoughts, curling into her mind like it belonged there.No.
Lyra POVThe flickering lamps lining the corridor cast elongated shadows on the stone walls as Lyra followed her father into the war room. The weight of what she had asked settled heavily on her chest, but she did not waver.She needed answers.Kane walked beside her, silent but present, his silver eyes watchful. He had been there when the First Queen had taken over her body - he had spoken to her - and now, he would hear the truth alongside her.Killian dismissed the guards stationed outside the chamber before stepping in, his presence commanding as ever. The heavy wooden doors groaned shut behind them.The room was dimly lit, with a large, circular table in the center, covered in old maps and ancient texts. The scent of parchment and aged leather filled the space, mingling with the faint traces of smoke from the brazier in the corner.Killian remained standing, arms crossed over his chest. "What do you know of the First Queen?" he asked.Lyra inhaled sharply. "Only what the historie
Lyra POVThe weight of her father’s words clung to the air like a storm waiting to break.We prepare.For what?A war against gods who had existed before time itself? A battle against something no mortal could ever hope to understand?Lyra’s fingers curled into fists against her lap, her nails biting into her palms. Every instinct in her screamed that something was wrong, something beyond the devastation left behind by the Demon God.She had survived. But at what cost?The presence inside her had not faded.The First Queen still lurked in the shadows of her soul, coiled like a predator biding its time. Lyra could feel her - not an overwhelming force taking control, not yet, but there. A whisper at the back of her mind, a weight that had settled into her very bones.A force that did not belong to her.Kane’s grip on her hand was steady, grounding. But even he couldn’t quiet the turmoil inside her.Across from her, her father watched, his sharp amber eyes filled with something unreadabl
Lyra POVThe chamber door opened.A presence - strong, unwavering, familiar.Lyra’s gaze lifted, and there he stood. Alpha Killian. Her father.Despite everything - the battle, the wounds, the exhaustion - he was still the mountain of a man. Power clung to him like a second skin, his aura crackling with dominance. His broad shoulders were squared, his sharp golden eyes scanning her with a mixture of relief and something deeper - concern.But there was something else. Something guarded. As if he had already guessed why she had summoned him.Lyra sat up, ignoring the way her muscles ached. Kane remained beside her, ever-watchful, his silver gaze flickering between her and her father.Killian exhaled, stepping closer. "You're awake."Lyra swallowed hard. Barely.She didn't say it.Instead, she met his gaze head-on. "I need answers."A muscle in Killian's jaw twitched. "I had a feeling you might say that."He pulled a chair closer, his heavy boots echoing against the stone floor as he sat
Lyra POVThere was nothing.No light. No sound. No sense of up or down. Only a vast, endless void.Lyra drifted, her body weightless, her mind unanchored.She tried to move, but there was no ground beneath her feet, no air in her lungs. It was like she had been ripped from existence itself.Then - a pulse.Faint at first, like a whisper through the dark.Then again. Louder. Stronger. A rhythm she recognized. Her heartbeat.The void trembled, a ripple coursing through the blackness like a stone cast into still water.And then - a presence. Low. Powerful. Ancient.“You were never meant to wake.”The voice was cold, steady, a whisper of command laced with undeniable authority.The darkness rippled again.And suddenly - Lyra was falling. The impact rattled through her bones, though there was no visible ground beneath her. Gasping, she pushed herself up, her limbs trembling.And that was when she saw her.A golden glow flickered in the distance, illuminating a figure standing still in the
Kane POV The night was too quiet.Kane sat by Lyra’s side, his fingers curled tightly around her wrist, as if his touch alone could anchor her to him.But she didn’t stir.Not once since they had left the ruins of the castle.She had always been a fighter - fierce, untamed, unwilling to yield even in the face of gods. Yet now, she lay motionless, her breathing soft, steady, but… wrong.Not once had her Lycan stirred.Not once had she reached for him through their bond.The firelit chamber in the northern stronghold was warm, but Kane felt cold.Briane hovered over Lyra, her brows furrowed in concentration as she murmured incantations under her breath. Symbols of ancient magic pulsed at her fingertips, flickering across Lyra’s skin before fading like dying embers.Nothing worked.With a frustrated sigh, Briane pulled back, wiping sweat from her brow."I don’t understand," she muttered. "Her body is… stable. No wounds, no curses, no poisons. But something is keeping her from ...""From
The moment the golden light faded, Kane knew something was wrong.The chamber stood still, thick with the lingering echoes of power that had just torn through reality itself. The last remnants of the Demon God’s existence had been obliterated, its monstrous form reduced to nothing but dust and shadow. The battle was over.And yet something was off.. Lyra collapsed.Kane lunged forward, catching her just before she hit the cracked stone floor.Her body was limp in his arms, her hair falling in a tangled mess over her face. He could feel the rapid, shallow rise and fall of her chest, but it was too weak - as if something inside her was slipping further and further away.His heart slammed against his ribs, a soundless snarl tearing through him as he shook her gently."Lyra," he called, his voice steady, but beneath it, there was a razor-sharp edge of fear. "Wake up."Silence.He tried again, gripping her tighter."Lyra!"Nothing.She wasn’t responding.Not through their bond.Not even