Alya Sometimes Characters Novels & Stories

I'm very proud of her. Lycaon continued to look suspicious. - It was a source of pride for me because it just proves how perfect she is. – Ayla smiles. She is the only priest of all the covens in the world who is not a pure witch. She is a hybrid, between a witch and a werewolf. Lycaon opens his eyes and mouth wide and looks between the two women. - If your destiny is to die soon, I think you deserve to meet my daughter. Lycaon falls on his ass onto the chair that was fortunately behind his back.

At the dining table, as they heard footsteps coming they all turned to look at who was coming, Aliya walked in with curious eyes but she immediately frowned at the woman with whom they shared the same facial similarities. Alicia who saw Aliya collapse immediately......... Arrya and her brother Joshua immediately rushed to their mother as they held her. Immediately Damien helped to carry Alicia to the cushion and lay her down. Aliya was surprised, the woman, she looked like the woman. That's what was all over her head as she froze staring at the unconscious Alicia.

AYLA “Ayla, please stop crying,” Alpha Dairo said gently. “I know you’re sad. I can feel it too. But you must try to calm down now.” But Ayla couldn’t stop. The tears just kept coming. She stood near a tall window in a quiet guest room of the castle. It was the room they gave her when she arrived, maybe just for the night, maybe longer. Everything felt confusing. Her thoughts were a mess. Her heart felt heavy. She wished things were different. Luca should have been the perfect match for her. He had been kind and warm. But now she was bound to the Alpha King, a man who was cold, distant, and harsh.

The seams around her shoulders are fraying. Her mouth is twisted into a thin line. Her knuckles are white where she grips her digital clipboard. I blink. The face registers after a three-second delay. “Alya?” The name tastes old. Three years ago, she was a low-ranking servant Omega at the Brown-Forge Estate. When I first arrived, Chloe used her like a tool. She ordered me to strip Alya of her duties and take over her quarters just to spark a feud between us. I haven't seen her face since the night the eastern walls fell.

Sona flipped her long hair behind her shoulder. "Innocent?" Aliya scoffed and muttered under her breath. I looked at Aliya, confused at why she had a strong dislike towards Eyshana. "Guys....Eyshana and Riya seem like really nice girls...seriously....I don't know why you are against them" Sargar spoke. "Ughh" Sunny groaned in anger.

"Can we trust the alpha's choices?" Alya Dawn stood at the ledge's edge, her auburn hair disheveled and damp, strands clinging to her forehead like battle scars, framing her amber eyes that burned with a fierce, unquenchable light—eyes flecked with gold that reflected her inner storm of emotions: rage at Veyra's escape boiling like the river below, profound sorrow for the dead that twisted her heart, and a steely determination to press on, tempered by the vulnerability of leadership's isolation. At twenty, her athletic frame bore the marks of the fight—scratches on her arms, her emerald tunic torn at the shoulder, blood—both her own and enemies'—staining the fabric in dark patches. Her cresc

No, I don’t think I know I can’t do this. “Do you think Elio will be the same?” I ask timidly as I peel open one eye as Aaliyah finishes off one look. She gives me a look that doesn’t convince me and already now I feel the fear sink into my bones, taking root in every inch of my body. “They are very alike, for sure. But as the beta female, I’m so glad it is you who will be luna and not Naomi,” she tells me in a whisper. I nod, smiling back. Aaliyah seems sweet. She is also young. I don’t think much older than me and Cahya is … well, older. “When did you meet Cahya?” I ask, and she picks up a pink blush before dabbing it lightly on my cheeks.

someone giggled The basket of clothes that suddenly disappeared from my grip disrupted my train of thoughts. “Your adopted clumsiness is showing, Ayla" Lila and her group of mean girls stepped in front of me “Give me back the basket" forcing myself not to react Lila stepped closer, flipping her long blond hair over her shoulder. She was the daughter of the Gamma, adored and mated to the Alpha’s son of our pack and unfortunately, the pack's reigning queen of cruelty. While I was one of the many daughters of the Beta of the Alpha to our pack.

"Still think you're special, huh? Here, you're nothing, Aalya. So don't act like the world revolves around you." Aalya didn't respond; she just wiped off her wet clothes with an almost unreadable expression. She knew very well that any interaction that provoked emotion was a trap, an easy path to trouble. Here, the fight was not just through muscle but also through subtle psychological manipulation, a game Aalya could not afford to lose if she wanted to survive.

Alya seemed to have understood his silent pleas and nodded. “No,” Alya told them. “She’s not our daughter. She’s the daughter of Sheila and Charles.”