Amelia Watson Hololive Novels & Stories

She flashed that smile that could make anyone fall in love with her and she rolled his eyes as he turned to Ariana who seemed to be mindlinking him because from the way she just stayed silent, just staring at him, I knew that she was up to no good. He sighed. “How old are you and what’s your status?” He asked her and I lost it. Sure, I had wronged him, but he had no right to take it on my little breeche. “You didn’t ask, but my name is Amelia. Amelia Aniston. Alexander’s mate and I am a hybrid omega.” She said as she turned to me, smiling. “The hybrid Omega Alpha Alexander Rodriguez loves and is mates to.” She said and I was marveled by how she responded.

But that ship just crashed the moment I bump into the hostess herself. "Look who it is! The birthday girl!" Alice sings in my ears as she approaches me, her complete set of white pearls on display that glows brightly and complements the aqua marine dress she has on. Giving out the imagery of a mermaid breast cut that's vaguely connected to the lower mini skirt with just a thin line of fabric that stretches from the middle of her breasts and spine to her waist. Her platinum hair is held up in a ponytail above her head and the twinkle of her eyes that suddenly look grey under the colorful lights blends perfectly with her makeup. She looks beautiful as always, much too revealing but perfect in

While Amelia was crying she had overheard some conversation going on and she smiled wickedly. The next morning she waited for news to report a missing person or anyone on the internet to post about it. When it was getting to noon and still no news about Victoria. she smiled got dressed and called some media friendds. Amelia stood before the cameras dressed in white. Not the kind of white that screamed innocence but the kind that suggested mourning. With soft makeup plastered on her face she insisted on not wearing jewelry. Her hair pulled back neatly, exposing her face to the world like she had nothing to hide.

They melted into the shadows as quickly as they had appeared, leaving behind only the scent of death. Silence fell over the forest. Olivia’s heart pounded in her ears as she turned in a slow circle, searching for the source of the whistle. Then, she saw her. Amelia stood on a rocky outcrop above them, the moonlight painting her in eerie silver. She was exactly as Olivia remembered—tall, poised, her dark hair flowing in the wind. But there was something different now. Something darker. A crown of twisted black metal rested on her head, pulsing with energy. Her eyes gleamed with unnatural power.

Her jaw tensed, and she looked down for a second before whispering, “You broke something. I don’t even know if you understand how much. You claimed that I was taking my daughter to the normal life to betray you, to betray the place that I am just barely restarting to go home. You know how difficult it was for me to bring Anastasia here. You know how hard it was for her and for me to adjust. Everything was different. There was another Luna, a Luna, who wanted to break her, to break me. You saw that, and yet you just threw all of that for doubts and fear. If I wanted to leave, you know that I would have.” “I do,” I said, chest tightening. “That’s why I’m here. Not to fix it with words. But to

“She’s smug.” “Darkness is smug,” Tensel corrected. Damonq shrugged. “Right now, she is Darkness. Everything that comes out of her mouth is because he’s her puppet master and is controlling her.” “It’s important that you understand Amelia is a victim in all this. She’s being controlled, it isn’t her choice.” Tensel was adamant. “She can fight him. Not allow him to swallow her whole.” “She’s fourteen, Damonq, and not ancient. She is without shields of any kind. She was taken before Elina was and subjected to Darkness’s form of rape. He also managed to invade her mind somehow.” There was a clear reprimand in Tensel’s voice.

"I heard it clearly. It was as if I was there." "Tell me, Amelia. Has your eyes ever turned red?" She sat up and moved closer to me, bringing her mouth close to my ear. "I am not meant to tell you, but since you're Ander's wife I guess I can," she said, "but yes, my eyes turned red when I turned nine. Ander told me to keep it a secret." Amelia moved away from me and began to play with Rhea. I remained deep in thoughts, thinking about what she'd said to me. Amelia wasn't a werewolf. . .she was a Lycan, but that couldn't be possible.

I asked her politely. "Yes, I am Amelia, daughter of Crescent Moon Alpha," she smiles. "To be honest, I couldn't care less about the conference. I'm here to win Midnight Moon Alpha. I can't wait to be his Luna," she whispers to me. "He is so manly." I chuckle and think back to a few months ago when I was still unmated. Of course, I was eagerly waiting for my perfect mate, but I never went hunting for him like this she-wolf.

And we think she did it. I rise to my feet, my eyes wide and my brows shooting to my hairline. " What?!" Amelia was the name of the little girl Sirus had allegedly forced into the womb of a human woman. The last time I got information about her, she was doing well in high school and seemed normal. A human. No signs of being a shifter or hybrid. That was a few days ago.

But she soon smiles and bows her head to me, "I am sorry if my constant bowing annoys you. I promise to reduce it from henceforth." This is going to be a hassle, I conclude, rubbing my forehead with my hand. I close the distance between us, extending my hand towards her. Confusion etches on her face as she stares at my hand and then at me, wondering what I am doing. "Hi, my name is Amelia. Amelia Wright. I am a she-wolf from Midnight Crescent Pack," I introduce myself to her, as her confused face softens, her lips curling up into a smile, understanding the current situation. Hesitating, she raises her hand and shakes mine.