Fairy Tail Layla Novels & Stories

"That you are a beautiful rare white panther shifter..." I take a step back into my relaxed fighting stance as a wave of fear passes through me, expecting him to be mad like Zachariah and maybe attack me. He then takes a step towards me, but instead of attacking me as I was expecting him to do, he kneels. I take a step towards him, placing my shaky hand on his shoulder as I whisper, "Raph? What are you doing? Get up!" "Zachariah may not know it yet but you, my Luna, are a princess... And I kneel before you!"

“She was crying because I put her down.” “She's sleepy.” Gia yawns, straightening herself. “Goodnight, bring her over when she's done falling asleep to ladybug.” Gia ruffles my hair and walks away, leaving me with Layla. My gaze switches from her to the television, unable to believe what it took to pacify her. Layla giggles when one of the characters hits himself with his own magical yo yo, she's focused on the television, so focused that I too look at it, trying to see what is that she's interested in. It's a superhero cartoon, the characters seem to be in love, they don't know who the other is behind the mask. It's interesting, there's also a villain that turns innocent butterflies evil, I

I asked with another threatening yell, and she was visibly shaken. “I’m Layla..Layla, Layla Luther,” she stuttered and I frowned. What was the moon goddess trying to do? No way a Lutheran could be my mate.

She continued moving closer to him and he kept taking a step backward till his back touched Aria’s desk. She stopped walking and smiled devilishly with a part of her mouth. “Where are you running to now?” “I am not running from you, why will I?” He acted up, smiling. He stood straight on his feet and amended his clothes. He beamed, insincerely. “Who are you I will be afraid of?” Layla sighed and suddenly moved her head closer to him with an almost non-existence gap between them. She pointed her finger straight into his eyes. “I am not only a vampire but also a werewolf. You should be grateful today isn’t a full moon, I would have ripped you apart!”

"Hey, I missed you." She giggled, stood on her tip toe to give me a kiss. Layla was seated on the bed and smiling at Henry's mother who had Sydney in her arms. "I want—" she was interrupted by her phone in her hand that rang. She raised it up to her face. "Who is it?" I frowned. "I don't know, an unknown number." She shrugged, walked a few feet away to answer the call. I focused on her, impatiently waiting for her to come back.

Theodore said formally, "I present to you Laila Grey, also known as Laila Shadow Mend, daughter of Elena and David." "The prophesied one," said one of the women, her voice cold. She looked to be in her sixties, with iron-gray hair and sharp features. "The Lunar Witch who was supposed to be eliminated as an infant." "She has come seeking terms," Theodore continued. "She wishes to negotiate for her life." "There are no terms," said one of the men, younger than the others, maybe in his forties.

"Finally will." Cole folded his arms. "They underestimated us, they thought Oliver would rule forever." Ria's eyes gleamed in mischief. "And Lilith." She scoffed. "That pathetic wolfless girl actually thought she could steal everything from me." Cole laughed. "She isn't stealing anything anymore, she's sitting inside a dungeon, and after today, nobody will question us again." Ria nodded slowly. "I've waited years for this." "So have I." Cole replied. "We're exactly where we were always meant to be."

"This is Luna Lyra, my honored guest. She will be staying with us for the coming month as part of a cultural exchange with Crest Pack. I expect you all to treat her with respect due to visiting royalty." The assembled Lycans bowed, a gesture of respect. But Lyra could see the curiosity in their eyes, the questions they weren't asking. One figure stepped forward, a woman with long dark hair and striking green eyes. She was beautiful in a dangerous way, like a blade wrapped in silk. "Another stray, Bastian?" the woman said, her voice carrying clearly across the courtyard. "You do love collecting broken things." The insult was clear, cutting. Lyra felt her face flush with embarrassment and ange

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

Just whip the damn glasses and be on your way, I told myself. " It's not a story, Layla! I keep telling you that! I can't believe you haven't heard of Logan DeAngelo, the popular Italian Mafia boss! " Maddy went on again. Slamming the towel on the table and hissing for her to shut up, I caught sight of Emma walking in through the door. I quickly looked back at Maddy who was still wrapped up on the customer stool outside the saloon.