Lamia Scale Novels & Stories

Too bare without scales to hide her. She looked down again. Skin. Pale skin where blue-black scales should be. No tail. No fins. Just legs that trembled under her. “No,” she whispered. “No, this isn’t right.” Lily’s head rested against her thigh, eyes half-lidded, mouth open in that last silent word. Beatrice pressed her forehead to Lily’s brow and sobbed. “Mom, what do I do? I don’t know how to be like this. I don’t know how to be anything without you.”

“They will see a powerful alliance. They will see the Blackmoor Moonfang Pack and the Jasperfang Pack staying together. We can tell them the Moon Goddess changed her mind. We can tell them the eternal moonmark showed up on me instead.” Lamia walks over to the window. She looks out at the dark trees of the Whispering Moon Woods. She looks very small, but her back is straight. She is a proud future Luna. She does not like to look weak. “You are a menace, Clay,” she whispers. “You sleep with every female wolf in the Silvercrest Territory. You go to the Eclipse Moon Council Hall and buy drinks for everyone. You never wanted to be an Alpha. You just wanted to have fun.”

“I already agreed that he is handsome, but so is Edward and Asher, and a lot of males I have matched with females. But there was something so unique about him, it was the first thing that was revealed. Do not tell me you did not see it.” At this, Lydia and Adrasteia thought about it and almost at the same time, they gasped and said, “Golden scales.” Selene nodded, “now tell me, which demons have scales?” “Snakes?” Lydia answered. Selene shrugged, “Yes, but not snakes.” “A merman?” Adrasteia said and gasped, “Oh, Dionysus would be so sad to see her mated to another merman.” Selene face-palmed, of course, what was she expecting? The dragon clan was already frozen by the time they were created

She turns my face slightly toward the lamp. “The question to ask is ‘by what?’ and the answer is a demon.” She gasps. “A demon?” “Let me guess, sickly grey scales, nearly seven feet tall, massive, serpentine tail, golden eyes with vertical irises.” Kaeden chips in. I blink, taken aback. “Yes. How did you know? He turns to Myra. “A Lamashtu.” “Is that what Scyla is? A Lamashtu?”

There are five of them and they're spreading out, trying to pin us down. Only one of them has shifted into something that I recognize - a lioness. The other woman looks like a winged Lycan, her body covered in sapphire scales. The males, I'm not sure if they're boys or men, have hideous shifts. They look like they should have been dragons, at least they have scales on part of their body, but not all of it. Whatever they are mixed with did not blend well with the dragons. They hiss and slither like reptiles.

Obviously, the entitled tone belonged to Lamia Thelowar. Scum, my ass. I rolled my eyes, low-key, hoping she would see. I barely had time to glance at her before she glided away, sweeping the haughty attitude with her as she passed. Lamia Thelowar was a tall girl with wavy brunette hair. With slanting dark eyes that stressed her cunning edge, accompanied with dewy skin and luscious lips- she, of course, was the desired fashion icon. Despite my pride, I have to admit, I also sought her well-known visuals at one point, too.