Lady Galadriel Novels & Stories

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

"Dear Alpha Adrian, I hope this email arrives at a good time, my name is Annalise and I am the Red wolf, graced into existence by the Red Moon Goddess. As you are more than likely aware, the warlock Balthazar is promising to share me as though I am some sort of prize. This can not be allowed to happen. I offer you my powers to help protect both yourself and your pack if you would be willing to aid us in the upcoming battle against Balthazar and those that follow him.

"As you wish, my lady." Once the woman left, I turned to Delilah, giving her a questioning glance. The last thing I needed here was another Elara who could complicate issues for me. "She holds the title of Lady of the Ladies. Her responsibilities include training the women in combat," Delilah explained as I stood from the chair. "Combat skills? You mean there are female warriors here?" I asked, a mix of surprise and curiosity colouring my tone as we moved toward the door, leaving the other maidens to finish their tasks in the room.

The dining hall reminded me of the cathedral where I had my magic awakened—except here, long wooden tables stretched across the space, their surfaces scarred from years of use but enchanted to remain unbroken. Enchanted chandeliers floated high above, their crystal orbs casting a warm, golden glow. Even the Sky Border’s dining hall didn’t disappoint.

Her long, black hair crackled with static, and a new, vivid golden streak ran across her forehead, plastered with sweat – a remnant of the power that flowed through her. He lifted her chin, wanting—needing—to see her eyes. Golden light flickered within them, and sparks leapt across his skin at her touch. Tears welled as she met his gaze. “I thought you were dead,” she whispered. The once‑mighty roar of the battlefield was gone, leaving only this fragile, human sound. “I could never leave you, my goddess,” he murmured. “Besides… your grandmother wouldn’t let me.” “What?” Jaiyana’s eyes widened, one eyebrow arching in disbelief.

And King Galen isn't much different. I'm going to ask her to explain when there's a quick knock on the door. It opens a few moments later, and an elderly woman glances inside. Her face is lined with wrinkles that come from frowning too much, and her blonde hair is full of grey strands. Her slate-grey eyes locate mine, and as she fixes her stare on me, a shudder runs up my spine. We just look at each other for a little while. She then grinned. "Miss. Agnarys, you're here. Good. My name is Greta, and I am the Head Maid." She beckons as she moves outside. "Come, child, follow me. Miss Greenwood will finish packing away your stuff while you're gone."

The gown was adorned with intricate patterns that resembled constellations and galaxies as if the very fabric of the universe had been woven into her attire. Around her neck, she wore a pendant in the shape of a crescent moon, a symbol of her divine connection to the lunar realm. Her bare feet seemed to barely touch the ground as she moved, giving her an almost weightless quality. Her presence exuded a sense of timeless wisdom and compassion. She was the embodiment of the tranquil beauty of the night sky, and her gaze held the power to soothe troubled hearts and calm restless souls. As Lady Dyare and the three supremes stood before her, they couldn't help but feel a deep sense of reverence a

Jake whispered in her ear “I am not leaving. This is not your fault my love. You are beautiful.” Sonya calmed at his words and slowly sat upright to look at her parents and Alpha Scott. “Did you get any help from the pendant other than her guiding you?” Luna Maria asked. Greg, Jim, Sadie, and Claire all exchanged looks. “They don’t know what is going on yet so let me explain.” Sonya said to the group as a whole. She stood up and explained. “This pendant is a direct link to the moon goddess. I am her chosen guardian and this pendant can be used to protect her.”

My reflection shimmered with uncertainty, and the thought of confronting the Luna Goddess sent a shiver coursing through me, an icy tendril of fear gripping my core. At the center of the grand chamber within the palace, the Luna Goddess awaited, her presence radiating warmth and power. She stood as a beacon of light, her gown flowing like liquid moonlight, adorned with shimmering constellations that sparkled against the fabric. Her eyes, deep and endless, held the wisdom of the ages, reflecting the hopes and dreams of every soul who had ever sought her guidance.

he demanded, his voice resonating with a mix of authority and wariness. The figure stepped forward, throwing back the hood to reveal a woman with radiant silver hair cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes shimmered with an otherworldly brilliance, reflecting the moonlight like pools of liquid mercury. Tigreal couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, though he sensed an underlying power that hinted at something far more dangerous. "I am Seraphine, a guardian of the forgotten realms," she introduced herself, her voice carrying a melodic timbre that echoed through the night. "I have been informed by Xirza's messenger of your quest and the turmoil that burns within you."