Fairy Tail Layla Novels & Stories

Layla’s POV She is really here. The person I had been searching for. The air went still, and it felt as if time had frozen. My gaze fixed on the figure wearing a black cloak. I couldn’t see her, but I could feel it. She was the one. I stepped down from the stairs nervously. It’s been a long time since I saw Raina, although we never had a normal childhood, I still loved her. I finally got to where she was, as I was about to reach out my hand to touch her, Maisie came out of a room screaming.

“There’s… so much I need to tell you.” I crossed my arms, bracing myself. “Then tell me.” She bit her lip, tears sliding down her cheeks. “I fell in love. I thought he was the one. And then I got pregnant. But he left me, Layla. He disappeared. I had no one. I wanted to run away from it all, but I couldn’t. That’s when Xavier stepped in. He told me we’d pretend to get married. At the last moment, I was supposed to disappear, and he promised he’d take care of everything. It wasn’t love. It was… an arrangement. He wanted his father off his back. I wanted a way out.”

Layla said airily as she gave a sinister smile to Kiera. Kiera felt all the hairs on her body stand on her hair seeing Layla's smile. She felt as though Layla was different and she had to inform Ella. She immediately ran out of the museum in a fright. She had to inform Ella of her findings. "Your fiancé is quite amazing, she's different from other girls," Fred complained Layla but he didn't forget to praise Miles also. He understood that Miles might be jealous if he did so without including him. "Of course, my future wife would be an extraordinary person," Miles said proudly.

Then, a slow, cruel laugh left her lips. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed. “Lyra? An Alpha?” Darius’ jaw tightened. “It’s true.” Katya’s laughter faded as she studied their faces. Neither of them was joking. Her fingers curled against the armrests. “Explain.” Darius exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “We saw her. At the coronation. She wasn’t a servant. She wasn’t a forgotten woman hiding in the shadows.” His voice dropped lower. “She was the Alpha… not just an Alpha but the Alpha of the Crescent pack.

I try to ignore my uneasiness by holding onto Dario's hand, which is a lifeline, as the maids remove our coats—mine from his shoulders, mine from my trembling fingers. We are approached quickly by a silver-haired woman with auburn hair that glows in the lights and a flowing green garment. Layla! She hugs me tightly and says, "Dario!" Her lavender aroma is reassuring. "That dress is ideal—you fit right in." Her eyes dart to Dario, urging harmony, but her smile is sincere. I'm pulled away from him as she puts her arm through mine.

she said, “or you let it take its course and let the prophecy be fulfilled; then you will become the Ash Luna. Queen of the Exiled.” I gasped. “Why me?” “Because you were never just a wolf, Lyra. You were the child of the moon.” The glass rained harder. Light cracked. She began to fade. “Wait,” I cried. “Will I see you again?” But she was already gone.

She bolted toward him. Blake reacted instinctively, stepping forward and raising a hand to block her. Layla, however, was too euphoric to notice. “Zac, it’s really you?” she gushed. “I’m Layla, daughter of the Brook Group. You’ve heard of us, right? I’m your biggest fan. I love you, Zac! That worthless coffee girl spilled water on your photo, so I slapped her!” She smiled brightly, undeterred by Zac’s lack of expression. She reached for him, but Blake stepped in.

Layla stood beside me as we heard what the miss said and sent them away except for the girl Elena. “Whose is it?” “It is yours, Alpha.” She said in a low voice and Layla rolled her eyes. “Go.” Layla said and the girl hurried away. “There is nothing we can do, we cannot tell her to abort the child yet we have to keep this from going to unnecessary places and I still hate the fact that that crazy human being returns today.” She walked away angrily but as she reached the door, she wobbled and I rushed to her. “Are you okay?”

I've a choice? Author Note: Lalya is an awkward charcer who has a big inferiority complex, so she used her foul mouth and humor to escape reality most of the time. She deflect the pain by acting funny which is honesty sad. Lets see how her relationship with Lucian proceeds. Will Layla let Lucian mark her?

Demeter said, and Layla snapped out of her thoughts. “Yes,” she replied, lifting her head and her eyes darting around. She was no longer in Brenton’s office but in a eerie, pure white hall, and only the fae parliamentarian was with her. “You really thought we would let you dig your claws into Alpha Zayne. You’re smarter and more tricky than we gave you credit for.” Demeter sneered, eyeing her from the crown of her head to the toe of her feet. Layla just stared at her with dead eyes.