Lamia Stories Novels & Stories

Joining Ilyria, they linked arms and stood before the monster. Now they saw the impaled ones, now silent: the Princess, Zlo, the Mogul, Astrapi, Madame Skia. They saw them and hesitated but Ilyria urged them on. “It is not so,” she said, her voice ringing out over the siren song, over the squeals of The Shackled One, “Look again.”

I lamented, watching Tasha stand up, with embarrassment in her eyes. “Walk of shame,” I murmured, walking her unsteady steps with her head bowed. Klaus never treated me badly in front of people, but seemed like his hatred for Tasha was on another level. “Rumor has it that she stole her step-sister husband, Lady Aria, and the Lycan king claimed her, I don’t know how true it is though,” She scoffed. Maids like to gossip and spread rumors, but the rumors are always true, which made me certain that Ryan killed my family.

“When did you...?” Thalia smirked. “My secret.” Lydia had known this side of Thalia since they were kids. She always pulled tricks that other children couldn’t perform. Thalia could pull flowers from behind her back, not that she was hiding them. She could make you close your eyes, snap her fingers, and then disappear like the wind in the blink of an eye. Lydia had always admired her trick but sometimes wondered if it was just a trick or if there was something strange about Thalia. But she dismissed the thought; Thalia was a wolf. Her mother was one, and her father was the beta of her pack.

It felt like a funeral procession. I heard it just as we reached the center. “She’s weak,” the Alpha hissed under his breath to Dorian. “She’s a liability, you have to let her go. This pack cannot have a Luna without a wolf.” “She’s mine,” Dorian said through gritted teeth. My cheeks burned with shame, but I held my head high, already he stood up for me even with his father. — I stepped into the circle, where the priestess waited. The girls who had already completed the rite stood in a circle, their eyes darting toward me, unsure whether to sneer or pity.

Alora POV The room is silent, and I know I have touched on a subject that Leonidas does not want to speak about. I hold my breath while waiting for Leonidas to answer. At first, I don’t think he is going to answer me, but then he opens his mouth to speak. “Do you know about the Moon Goddess?” He begins. “I do,” I respond. “She is your creator.”

“I've never heard stories about what happened to the Moonblessed.” Alia's expression looked more serious. “Based on the stories I heard from people who came to visit from the tunnels, it was because of black magic practised on a little girl who was destined to be Luna. I didn't understand all of it when I was younger, but that's what I pieced together.” I leaned a little closer to Alia. “Tell me about the girl.”

Resting heavily against her collarbone is a platinum pendant, a howling wolf encircled by a crown of thorns and a crescent moon. "Is that what I think it is?" I ask, staring at the ancient seal, a profound sense of awe and terror washing over me. Valerius nods slowly, his face pale. "Yeah. The woman on Draven’s arm appears to be a Royal Lycan. The Rose of Light."

I prayed that the moon goddess would find me worthy of another life and I swear, I'll make them pay! All of them! My body slowly gave in to the strength of the rope and gradually, darkness erupted me and I gave up the ghost. **** The next day, Lucia had stepped out of the house to do her morning ritual as usual when she found a roughly tossed envelope on the floor. She anxiously opened it, it was Lyla's pregnancy test results. "Lyla was pregnant?" She screamed, using her right hand, she covered her mouth. The feeling of guilt washed over her for a moment but she shook it off.

Damon’s eyes darkened. “No one will harm my son.” I raised a hand. “That’s not what Lucian meant.” Lucian nodded. “The danger might come from inside the bloodline.” Aria looked confused. “Inside?” Lucian looked at me. “You should explain.” I took a slow breath. “There are stories about the ancient queen.” Damon sighed impatiently. “Stories.” “Yes,” I said firmly. “Stories that survived because they were true.” Aria leaned closer. “What kind of stories?”

Blood. Broken trees. Growls echoing through the dark. And in the middle of it— Liam. Breathing heavily. A deep wound stretched across his side, blood soaking into dark fur. Three wolves circled him slowly. Waiting for weakness. Waiting to strike. Lia’s chest tightened painfully. “LIAM!”His wolf’s head snapped toward her instantly. And that single moment of distraction Almost cost him. One wolf lunged. Lia screamed. But before it could touch him— A powerful force slammed into the attacker.