Fairy Tail Layla Novels & Stories

The forest was thick and dark, the shadows deepening as they led Layla to a secluded clearing. When they finally stopped, Layla’s heart raced, a mixture of anger and fear flashing in her eyes as she tried to understand what was happening. “What is this?” she demanded, her voice muffled by the gag but her spirit unbroken. One of Zara’s allies sneered at her, tightening her bindings as he whispered, “You thought you could steal the Alpha’s attention, and we’d all just accept it? Luna Zara deserves better.” Layla’s eyes widened as she realized the truth, and she struggled against her bindings, her heart pounding with fear and fury. But the men only laughed, watching her efforts with cold satisf

The scar was a testament of that curse. ‘’Where’s this scar?’’ I asked. His hand moved to a spot on his chest. ‘’In the centre of her chest, between her breasts.’’ I nodded slowly. I had not noticed the scar on Layla the night we had been intimate but then, it had been dark. The only way to prove that she was indeed Layla was to find a way to discover if she had that scar. ‘’She is not my daughterr, Lycan Asher. The Luna from Silvermoon pack bears some similrity to Layla but she isn’t her.’’

Another girl groaned and muttered, “…You’ve got to be kidding me…” “You need to go request a dorm change,” the blonde snapped. I raised an eyebrow. “Why would I do that?” The girl with short black hair gave me a fake smile. “You see, Camila here is the daughter of the Lycan King’s beta. I’m Layla, and my brother’s a Gamma. And the others are all at least Lycans. We just think you’d be more comfortable with your…own kind.” Are they serious right now? We’re all werewolves.

Tabitha tried to be supportive. "No, I think he is." Layla pulled on the bottom of her tunic. "Oh! That's harsh for a mate." Tabitha laughed. "Tab, he is not my mate." Layla said solemnly. Tabitha's jaw dropped. "What do you mean? How do you know?" Layla scanned the area for any eavesdroppers and pulled Tabitha close to her. "I already have a mate," she whispered. Tabitha scoffed, "yeah, Alistar."

“Glad to see you made it, Luna Layla, but I didn’t expect you to bring the Lycan King.” “He is my fiancé now. Why wouldn’t I have him accompany me? I’m certain this involves us both,” Layla says gracefully. She looks gorgeous in a black skirt and red silk top, paired with black heels, and her hair is pinned back in a loose bun. She looks like a sexy little secretary, and somehow that’s sexy-as-fuck. A few strands of her blond hair framing her face, her sea-blue eyes trained on the three men. “Well, this is concerning some misconduct possibly from the king’s pack-”

I can always distinguish her voice from among a thousand and know which one belongs to her… the one and only, Layla Jackson. I turned to see Layla, standing behind me in Cream white sandals, putting on a black flared above knee-length high waist skirt and a cream white off shoulder crop top. Her slender arms were adorned in a chain and leather bracelets. Her now milk coffee hair were tired in two pig tails with scanty bangs that fell on her face and she constantly twirl the front strands of her hair. Honestly, Layla is a very beautiful woman, an epitome of beauty just as Rein is the definition of handsomeness standards. I bet they took it from their mom who is a goddess of beauty.

“I can take good care of myself. Keep the kingdom in tact until we meet again.” Rhea who had been observing their conversation from a while away smiled at Layla. “I love your sister and her charisma. I hope that in the little time we spend together, she gets to see that we are the winning side and decides of her own Accord to fight for us.” She smiled at Xavier and Xavier immediately considered the possibility of Layla getting misinformed and deciding to fight for the Lycans. They would have absolutely no hope. She would slay thousands of werewolves of them. He turned to Layla immediately and shook his head frantically like someone just coming out of a very bad dream.

It seemed she'd heard the rumours and was waiting. “Ah! Finally!” She sighed breathlessly as she walked swiftly towards us. She took my hand and squeezed it tightly, “Justice for my friend.” The woman looked tired like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. “So you were Luna Vivian’s friend?” I asked gently and the woman nodded. “Yes, yes, my name is Layla,” Layla spoke rapidly, almost shaking, “Ooh Luna Vivian hardly had any friends in this pack, especially with what our Alpha was doing to her.”

The possessed Layla let out another chilling laugh. “She only defeated your pathetic Evelyn because I allowed her to tap into my power! She is mine! Her will is subservient to mine! She is merely a shell, a puppet on my strings!” “No!” I shouted, dodging another brutal assault, feeling the familiar sting of energy as she clawed at my arm, her touch burning like ice. “She’s not! She’s Layla Bloodwood, Luna Queen of the Bloodwood Pack, and she belongs to no one but herself, and to me!” My heart ached, a deep, crushing sorrow settling over me. I couldn’t keep fighting her. Not like this. This wasn't a battle against an enemy; it was a battle against my own soul. Each block, each parry, felt lik

was all I could respond to, as I picked at the green vegetables in my bowl and took a bite. "I heard the Alpha went to that auction held in Barbara's club once, but he never picked anyone there," Layla continued. "Why?" Layla shrugged. "Maybe when he went there, no one piqued his interest. So basically, you're the first one from that club." "How do you know all of this?" I couldn't help but ask after noticing that Layla has a stronger aura than Gayle. Layla chuckled. "I'm his niece, and I handle everything related to his mistresses—dresses, makeup, making sure they know the rules, what to do and what not to do, and what to expect while living here."