Alya Ladybug Novels & Stories

Colorful Butterflies were everywhere around them and finally they the figure of a female standing a little farther away tending to the plants. "Who are you?" Lucifer asked. His memory is telling him that he know this lady. He heard her voice. It is so familiar but he cannot remember her. "I never thought you would forget about me so soon son" she teased him. "Forgive my poor memory, my lady. You must have slipped my mind. Will you please show yourself" he requested softly with respect. "Still very polite I see" she laughed. Lucifer blushed but remained quiet. "How have you been King Darius, or should I call you Prince Azzazal?" She asked, her smile evident in her voice.

I shrivel into a ball in the hot water, begging the moon goddess that no matter what, she spares my pups. I just want my family to be okay, I want to live the life I had dreamed of living in my first life, but I am no longer Alisa Clark. I'm Alyson Alexander and I have to protect my mate, my pups, and their new rouge uncle, Olivera Inca. Things were just starting to be perfect too. Now it's only darkness and—

She collapsed, unconscious but alive. I turned back to the battle. Alistair was fighting Viktor. The rogue Alpha was enormous—black-furred, red-eyed, scarred from countless battles. He and Alistair circled each other, growling, snapping. Blood matted Alistair's golden fur, but he didn't retreat. I ran to help, but Lydia blocked my path. She was in her human form, a knife in her hand. Her face was twisted with hatred. "You think you've won?" she spat. "You think being a Hidden Luna makes you special?"

She considers the information for a moment before introducing herself. "My name is Ayla." Ayla explains with a more friendly tone. She observes me for a few seconds. "You were attacked by one of those disgusting bloodsuckers. They are the real plague of this world, and if it weren't for that damn witch, we would have gotten rid of them by now!" Her irritated reaction startles me. Wait, she said witch? Were these people crazy? They call me human as if they don't consider themselves human, talk about a blood-sucking creature, and now witches? Do they think we're in some kind of RPG game?

“Fight or I will put a bullet in both your heads.” Alessa stared at Aliyah worriedly. None of them was ready for this. Alessa hoped a miracle would happen but it seems like they were doomed. She can't fight Aliyah, she just can't! “Ma’am.” A voice suddenly called and they all turned to the lady who had tried to bully Alessa earlier. “Yes, Lily?” Madam Olga asked. ‘Lily? A sweet name for a bully?’ Alessa thought.

Slade said. I swallowed hard, and nodded. As I turned to leave Ivy stopped me. “Well, since you don't want Ayla to pay homage to me, then there is something you can do for me,” Ivy said, holding my arms. “Is not that your brother doesn't want her to pay homage,” Queen Lyra said. “It's just a bad idea…Ayla isn't a Lycan, and she's a wolfless witch from a pack with so much problem,” the Queen continued.

They bid goodbye to Leena in tears. I approached Alyssa and touched her face. Alyssa gasps and looks into my eyes without blinking. My eyes glowed, and I saw Alyssa’s past. She was a girl with a snake on her head and snake-like eyes that turned a living being into a stone. She was nicknamed Medusa. Her life has been very difficult since childhood.

Chapter 21 How Does She Know? Lyla Atelo. After Sage had left my office, I was bristled. Sara and Ivy pounded through the door once more to see me. I knew they were asking questions and rambling on about something, but my mind wasn't in the conversation. My ears kept on echoing Sage's words... I was his first? Like... I was the first woman he had ever had sex with, or did he mean I was the first older woman he had ever had sex with?

I’m hungry, she cried inwardly. But the sadistic duo were in full work mode. Before Alya could protest, they wrapped a cloth around her and began their magic. Deedee dabbed some strange smelling liquid all over her face and neck before applying some strange creamy stuff on it. The strong lavender smell made Alya sneeze. “What the hell is this?” she asked. “Facepack!” Alya wanted to tell her off but Caitlyn sprayed water on her hair and began to pull it hard with some kind of heating machine.

Realizing I was exposed, I sprinted back to where Lydia lay. “Don’t fucking come closer!” Lydia seethed, her eyes wide with terror as she crawled away from me. “I’m not going to hurt you, I swear! It was a mistake!” I sobbed, reaching out a hand. “So it’s true… you’re a w-witch,” she stammered, her voice trembling. “No, I’m a Sayer! I’m not a witch!” “Oh goddess, Ayla, they’re worse!” She leaped back, wincing in agony as her wound reopened. “I’m leaving. I don’t care about being a warrior anymore, just don’t hurt me!”