Amelia Hololive Novels & Stories

Alpha Torin inquired, eyeing Amelia like she was nonexistent. “Her name is Amelia, she’s human and she used to know who Freya here is. Said she is a hunter who was sent here as a spy, to seduce you Alpha into lowering your defenses. She was sent by the hunters, my Alpha.” Luna Athena declared impeccably. Freya couldn’t believe her ears, her gaze shifted from Athena to Amelia, and she caught that triumph look sparking in her gaze. What had she done to deserve this from who was her childhood best friend?

“Oh, really? Strange, because you look exactly like her. Same pretty face, same delicate little frame. And the Alpha King? Oh, he’s been pining for her for years. So forgive me if I find it hard to believe you just magically appeared out of nowhere.” “I don’t know who you’re talking about,” Aria said, her tone firmer now. Amelia laughed coldly, the sound sharp and biting. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous. You’re Layla. You might have everyone else fooled, but not me. I see through whatever pathetic game you’re playing.” Ace, sensing the tension, tugged at Aria’s hand. “Mama, can we go?” he whispered, his little voice shaking. Aria placed a protective hand on his shoulder and glared at Amelia. “I don

But here she was, about to face death for the second time in a few hours. “Alpha Ezekiel is too good for a human like you,” Claire continued. “He will be Alpha of the biggest pack in the world in a few short months, and I will be his Luna. I don’t know why you thought you could compete with me. I mean, look at you.” Ava began to tremble as she stepped back. “You’re pathetic and can’t fight your own battles. You’re the last thing that Zeke needs right now.” “I’m not trying to compete or be a Luna. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

the omega vampire tried to fix him another drink. "This... is the fi..nest... Hennessy cognac.... Hey, maybe that's....what we....should call our....first daughter! Hennessy...Allen-Sebestian... a nice ring to...it!" Allen shouted, sloshing his glass in his mates' direction. "Maia that's... my Alpha! ..... I tol..d you he.. Was handsome dint...i?" he said to the barmaid, throwing back the last of his drink. "He's beautiful!" he whispered with a giggle before tears started rolling down his cheeks.

To me, he was just annoying. I’m Amelia, twenty-two, blonde, and trying to finish my last year of college without losing my mind. I run every morning, study late, and keep my room clean. Luca works from home doing God-knows-what on his laptop and spends the rest of his time finding new ways to get under my skin.

Amelia immediately blushed and protested. “W-We haven’t talked about that kind of thing yet, Mia! Calm down. Besides, I’m planning to be a lone wolf. I’ll just live among mortals—we’re not that different anyway. I’m wolfless and an omega,” Amelia replied. But Mia had already stood up and grabbed her arm.

“Amelia is awesome, having such a good relationship with Gifted. Every time Gifted needs something done, Gifted lets her handle it." “Amelia has been off the grid for three years now. I wish she'd come back already. It's getting boring without her." The three of them eagerly hoped for Amelia’s return, completely unaware that she was actually Gifted. Not only was she a genius-level hacker, but she also carried countless identities that no one had ever linked to her. In fact, many of the biggest names across various fields were just aliases she operated behind the scenes. The trio sent Amelia a coded message, one that only she could decipher.

“Wow. This just keeps getting better.” Amelia blinks, finally noticing me. “Oh! I didn’t realize you had company.” She offers a dazzling smile, the kind that probably gets her anything she wants. “Hi, I’m Amelia. You must be one of Damon’s… associates?” I raise an eyebrow. “Something like that.” Damon clears his throat, stepping slightly between us — not protectively, just strategically. “Amelia, this is Ava Hayes.” Recognition flickers in her eyes, faint but there. “Oh. That Ava.” Her tone dips with polite curiosity. “The one from the papers.”

She needed that today--one of the reasons she'd spent all morning baking. "You can ride my dragon," Amelia offered. She was fourteen, her body already developing into that of a woman's. Her hair was thick and often tousled from her continual roughhousing with her brother. She had beautiful eyes and a killer smile. Elina adored her and the way she loved her sisters and brother.

Amelia rolled her eyes at Amerie's words and, without any reserve, sat on the chair that was in front of Amerie as she waved her hand to the maid. It was as if she was the heiress of the house than Amerie. Amelia Voulir, Amerie's second cousin and the only daughter of the Voulir house, waltz into the garden with a sour expression on her face. Amelia has golden hair that glistens under the sun while her eyes were a lighter blue. She is a beauty, no doubt about that, but she is nowhere near Amerie's. The maid beside Amerie glanced at her as she showed calmness despite the disrespect that Amelia showed, but deep inside she is annoyed by her actions.