Lamia Novels & Stories

I walked outside to spread some clothes and I ran in immediately. Laman stood on the floor, his legs shaking. He had fully shifted into a small wolf pup with blue fur. He was wagging his tail repeatedly while Leo was hailing him, clapping his hands and laughing. The shift had torn his clothes to pieces and a large piece of the crib was laying just beside him. “Laman!” I whispered, carrying him up quickly before anyone would walk past the open door and try to attack him. His little wolf form was warm and soft on my neck. Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing

“Nice girl.” Thank fuck, I thought to myself. “And where do you know Freya from?” Damien asked. What the hell is this? An interrogation? I asked myself as I put a smile on my face, reminding myself to breathe. They are just making conversation. It is a special dinner. “Oh! Well like I said we grew up together,” I stammered, thinking up a story as I went. It wasn’t like I could say who she really was. Freya was obviously on the lam, and if she was hiding from Leopold, I imagined she had a good reason. I couldn’t expose her without knowing. “She’s a Blood Moon, part of one of the omega families,” I replied. “Her family worked for mine, and her mother often brought her by to play as she was clo

Lightning flashed across the heavens, and thunder answered with a deafening roar that shook the very ground. Aria stood motionless amid the wreckage. Her hair, once soft and dark as midnight, had transformed into a luminous grayish white that glowed faintly, as if moonlight itself had been woven into every strand. Her eyes no longer appeared human; they burned with an intense white light. They were brilliant, ancient, beautiful, and utterly terrifying.

Lilith's breathing became uneven. Tears flooded her eyes so quickly that her vision blurred. "No!" She screamed. "No! You're lying, you always lie! Oliver isn't dead, he can't be, he can't..." Her knees suddenly gave way. She collapsed onto the cold stone floor with a cry that echoed through the dungeon. She covered her face with both hands as uncontrollable sobs tore through her body. "No..." "No..." "Oliver..." Her voice dissolved into broken cries. "My Alpha..." "Our baby..."

For several seconds, she simply stared. Then tears filled her eyes. "It really is you." Her voice trembled. "My little moon..." The words sent a chill through me. She was using the same name my mother had used in her letters. Kael didn't lower his sword. "Who are you?" The old woman slowly lifted both hands where everyone could see them. "My name is Miriam." "I was Elena's healer." Lyra gasped. "Miriam?" The old woman looked at her. "You remember me."

The Fairy said that the Lamia was a creature, once a child-eating monster, that in later centuries was regarded as a type of night-haunting demon. From their view, the creature looks like a dark, scaly half-snake, half-woman. It has scaly arms and fiery red eyes. The Lamia has been ascribed serpentine qualities. In ancient legend, Lamia was a woman of fantastic beauty until a god cursed her. Her once-glamorous visage was twisted into horrific ugliness to fit her newfound craving for children's blood, but she more or less kept a human form. She was, however, renowned for wearing a skirt of snakeski

I've felt his presence for a while—he murdered Hayley. "Oh, you don't know?" Beelzebub laughs and exchanges a smirk with the four other demons he brought with him—Asmodeus, Leviathan, Lamia, and Mammon. Lamia, the snake woman, gives me a creepy smile. "Hello, Lucifer." I frown. Lamia has always liked me—the feeling isn't mutual. Lamia has the torso of a woman but the body of a snake. I find her repulsive. "Hi..." I growl back.

From behind Miasma, as if given form by the mist, came Flame, Bonbon, Loulou and Sidian. Ilyria shook her head. No, whatever these were, they were not her friends. Sidian had Bonbon’s cinnabar skin. Loulou looked wrong with Flame’s bright red hair. Then from the mist came waddling a figure the shape of a toad. The woman had ebony-black hair piled atop her head and wore make up so thick that it was sliding off the side of her face in one piece. “It is I, Kitten,” said the woman, “your Madame Skia.”

I already knew my baby's name, and I smiled because I think the name suits her very well. "Her name is Sophia. Princess Sophia Monteverde" I said it while smiling, and they smiled back. Then Sophia suddenly cried. "Uwaaahh! Uwwaahh! Uwaahh! " Sophia cried. At the same time as she cried, the wind grew stronger and the dragons roared all of a sudden. It keeps on roaring louder as if they understood Sophia's feelings. You read it right, dragons. Because there are actually dragons here in Augsberg, but they are elusive and they do not show themselves to anyone. While Sophia was crying, suddenly there was a blue glow on her arm and when we looked at it, it was a crescent moon design with a circle

Maybe it takes a few minutes to develop. I grin and try to admire Liam, but I don’t want to say it back. Nothing feels different. I still love him, but he’s not the one. Liam is looking at me, but it isn’t a look of true love. It’s lustful and carnal. I feel a pit in my stomach as reality sets in. Liam isn’t my mate. How can this be? And how was he able to call me his mate if he’s not mine? “Zara,” a woman’s voice says in my head, “my name is Lavender. I’m your wolf and you’re in grave danger, my dear. You need to run. You need to run now. Your life depends on it.”