Alya Cesaire Novels & Stories

“Compared to that, these two by themselves are a walk in the park… though, speaking of parks, we should really get going. I’ve already interrupted for too long and these people didn’t come all the way here to watch us fuss over kids.” “No, you’re right,” Ariadne said, transferring her child from Alpha Aleric’s arms, back to Myra’s. “We have work to do… don’t we, Aleric?” And the man then grumbled, turning around to return to his seat. “If that’s just three of them… what’s the last Alpha’s story?” I found myself asking Felix. “The one the second Saintess is mated to?” “Oh… him. Alpha Caius,” she answered, feeling somewhat more comfortable as Myra started to leave. “He’s known as The Siren.”

she gasped, pinning her eyes on the floor as her head was slightly bowed. “Where is Azalea?” Alaric demanded, his voice had a hint of urgency and anxiety. “I don't know who Azalea is, Alpha,” she replied nervously, clasping her hands behind her back. “The new slave with weird hair that resembles fire? She is easy to spot,” Arien described, her delay spiked his irritation. “Oh, I remember her,” she gasped, her eyes widened in realization, but it didn't take long before sadness took over.

"Your friend!! I think I got your friend a job" Celine could be seen at a salon, getting her hair and nails done, she had grown into a very beautiful and endowed lady. "Where do you want to meet"? She asked and soon enough, they were both sitting in a cafe. "So, what job do you have for Ayla"? Celine was well known for being the daughter of a wealthy politician who beats guys up. Her family was much more wealthier than Ayla's, and that's why Ayla's father never insulted or ridiculed her. At least not in front of her.

It was as if they were welcoming royalty into their home. “Welcome, spero che il viaggio fin qui sia andato bene.” Seraphina Vitelli came up to me, hugging me and kissing my cheeks “Yes, the drive here was fine, thank you,” I forced a smile. “Well then, come, come!” She was quite beautiful, looking at her from up close, she had light green eyes and platinum blonde hair, which suited her perfectly. She looked so much like her daughter, except for the hair. “I’m sure you’ve all met, this is Elia,” she motioned to her husband, “my children, and your husband, who doesn’t seem to want to greet his wife,” she said the last part sternly.

CARMELA THOMPSON "What the hell?!" Cyrus growled at Alicia who did not even flinch. The people around us are staring and I hate the attention that we are getting. I also hate how sticky I feel right now because of the wine that she thought was best used for bathing, not for drinking. "What is your problem?!" I asked angrily at Alicia who stared down at me with pure hate. Cyrus stood up from his seat and I did the same, matching the intruders height but she is way taller than me.

After all, what we don't know, can't hurt us. Now more about me, I am a Witch through my bloodline. I am a descendant of Elizabeth Howe, who was hanged as a Witch on the 19th of July 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials. The sad part about it is she was a Witch, but a White Witch who just wanted to live happily raising her six children.

"What are you talking about? Unmask herself?" The King stated explaining "As you well know my late wife, the Queen, was a hybrid. Half witch. Half Lycan. She was Arya's mother. The witch side, no matter the amount passed down, is always stronger with the next generation. It also allows them to have special abilities as well as being a Lycan. She has quite a few abilities from what we have discovered. Masking her scent is just one of those abilities she has explored. When she left her husband and declared herself rogue her scent didn't actually change to how a normal wolf or Lycans would when becoming rogue. She had to mask her scent and make herself smell like a rogue until her and the baby

“You are still carrying the flare stones?” Caleb patted the inside of his coat. “Three left.” “Use one.” Caleb pulled a small black stone from his pocket and struck it sharply against the wall. A burst of pale blue fire ignited instantly, bathing the chamber in colder light. The staircase became visible. It was narrow and ancient. The steps curved downward through the center of the mountain like a spiral carved directly into darkness. Ryan glanced once more toward Aria. “You stay close to me.” Something flickered briefly in her expression. It was not irritation exactly, more like exhaustion. “You keep saying that like I am planning to wander off.”

Zeneba ran as if her life depend on it. She had never seen her brother look so frightening. He was angered. She clenched firmly to the bowl of toys in her tiny hands as she glanced back to see him being pushed and beaten to the ground. She was almost turning back but Zaire's words "Run! Home!" prompted her to increase her pace and run swiftly to get help. Seeing the tiny white hairy petals of the aleye flower she had dropped on the ground as her brother had instructed her she knew she would soon get home as it was already getting dark. As she rounded a curve, she suddenly lost her footing. Crying out in fear, she struggled to balance anything to hold on to but her short hands grabbed nothing