La Lechuza Pictures Novels & Stories

I smiled at him. He let out a chuckle in response and placed the mugs on the table. My mug had a unicorn on it with the handle looking like the horn of a unicorn and Luca's mug had a platypus. "I should leave," Chelsea left after saying hello to Luca. "So, how are you?" I looked at Luca as he took a seat on the chair, "I am fine. I should be the one asking you this question." He did not respond and started drawing circles on the glass table with his index finger, "I am fine."

Her hair shimmered like fire under the starlight, and her presence blazed like the fires that possessed her. “I swear, the prophecy scroll glowed brighter when you stepped into the sanctuary,” she called out, elbowing Zephyr. “Fiamma’s aura was practically burning a hole through the parchment.” Then she looked at me, eyes sparkling. “And you’re owning it now, aren’t you? The rising fire-born.” I opened my mouth to argue but she threw her head back and laughed again, the sound echoing through the fields. Off to the side, Nia, the Water Wolf, watched us with soft eyes. She sat cross-legged near a pool of moonlit water, her fingers dancing above its surface. A thin veil of liquid curled and shi

He suddenly asked, cutting me off, and I could now see him clearly because my night vision had kicked in, and my vision was as clear as day. “About who?” I tried to pretend like I had no idea what he was talking about even when I knew exactly what he was talking about and the fact that he knew I was aware of it. “Luna Selena. I heard you had a little stand-off with the Alpha when he interfered between the two of you, and I was expecting you would agree to the offer after revealing your identity to him.” “I didn’t reveal my identity.” I jumped to my defense because now that he said it, I felt stupid for doing that, “he just saw my eyes, that was all, he has no idea what he saw and he would ne

Inside, only the sound of ice tapping on the glass. “You fed them,” Mael whispered inside my mind, “but you're still hungry.” I didn't answer right away. I breathed in the warm vapor of my own body—the smell of fury mixed with the perfume she wore. The image of Camila came to me without my asking: her loose hair, her light laughter, her steady gaze that never wavered. She didn't look at me like Luna. She didn't look at me like a marked female. She looked at me as an equal.

I can’t help but keep falling in love with him over and over again. My thoughts are interrupted when my mobile begins to beep. Seeing the caller ID, I immediately answer the call. “Hello” “Luna” it is Mustapha from the other end, “we found out that for the past three years, Natalia has been cohabiting with a witch from the Zu clan”

“Rena’s case was different.” She raises a brow at me. “Is it? I've heard rumors about Luna Verena meeting Nixie and that there are pictures of her harming her. You accepted that to be true without probing deeper. Those pictures are photoshopped," she rebuts, and I frown in response. “Photoshopped?” I ask, a little confused. “Yes. I saw the pictures. Those images of Luna Verena are taken from a party she attended. I know that because I took those pictures,” she claims, and fishes out her phone from her ripped jeans pocket. She taps on the screen, and then hands me the phone.

Circles within circles, all surrounding a single rune in the center: a crescent split by a line. She never gave much thought to all of this, as she was busy working for her and grandma to survive. But grandma will sometimes stay in her room alone, with her journal. Once, Selene checked what she always wrote. She saw the drawings but the words were unclear to her so she just dropped it. When she asked grandma about it, she'll always say when it's time she'll explain it to her. Romano noticed her stare. “You recognize it, don’t you?”

The salty air is thick and heavy. I would much rather be lounging on the spectacularly white beach, my toes buried deep in the warm, dry sand, the cool, invigorating spray from the ocean misting on my skin. But I am here. Working. I’m always working. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane. “What about the second daughter?” Weiland asks, lowering his voice slightly. “Leila?” “Apparently, she’s not of divine blood. The mother, the former Luna, had a bit of a thing for Omegas. Sick, twisted shit.” I don’t usually gossip, especially about the tower wolves, but this one is too juicy, too dark, to just let it go.

Lambana - a race of small winged creatures also called Ada or Engkantada and in English it is called Pixie, Small Fairy or Tooth Fairy. ━━━━━･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪.* :★ ﾟ｡･━━━━━━ The day ended without her father knowing she had left her room. She has returned to her hiding place, the moments she had enjoyed earlier are now gone.

“I like the way you think, girl. That gives a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘undressing him with your mind.’” The two girls shared a joyous laugh. “Back to work,” Leesa said when they stopped laughing. “Messing with your hair was fun, but since it was something I’d never done before, it doesn’t tell me whether my magic has returned to full strength.” She held out her hand, palm up. “This will, though. Illuminati verdus,” she chanted.