Lamia Stories Novels & Stories

I had a question. Liam gave me a serious look as he regarded me. "Maya, they weren't able to arrive today. They are completing a task for the pack. "He answered. "A task?" I pressed, wanting to know the reason. I scowled, having a fleeting thought of Aiden and Finn. "I hope everything works out for them." "These two are among the clan's top fighters. Don't stress over them. They'll be all right." Liam smiled as he answered my question.

No one would. "Well, She couldn't give us more information, but what she told me was that the creatures we would be looking for were of lycan clan, " He said as smirk. We were closer than we thought but still very far behind. "Isn't she an Oracle?" I asked, surprised because, according to me, the Oracle was supposed to give us the names. "She is, but her spirit got detected before she could see the person's face, so they have an Oracle too," He said as worry suddenly came to my face.

She knew about the war and read some of the books about it, but it doesn’t contain enough information. "Lamia demigod; a last of her kind vowed to protect a powerful stone that holds magic. She protects the balance of the supernatural world. She lives in the cave in the Southern part of the Amorthon Kingdom of Wolves,” Thorin paused and when he saw his student’s reaction, he smiled. They eagerly listened to Thorin speak about it. History may be a boring subject, but the war of the supernatural was an interesting topic.

“Hubby, have you heard of the Lamiai Clan?” “The Lamiai Clan?” Andrius looked at her and frowned. “It’s said to be an ancient race from a long time ago. They’re an extremely evil race despised by the world. Why are you suddenly asking about this?” Luna’s heart chilled at his words. She looked up, her beautiful eyes staring at him intently like a child who had done something wrong. She asked pitifully, “Why do you think that, hubby?” Andrius found her reaction strange but explained patiently, “I heard that the Lamiai Clan is cunning and treacherous, committing all kinds of evil deeds. In history, there have been instances of lamias taking human forms and causing disasters.

I question with ire. “When Lamia visited Cambiador, they also traveled to a place called Tolba. A lost pack of pride Lions. There, they were shown a library that contained information since the dawn of this realm. It also contained a mirror, a portal between realms.” Hunji paused for a breath and looked to Morgan to carry on with the story.

“No, this isn’t your run of the mill psycho. It is much, much worse than that. She’s one of the Lamides. They were Dionysius nursemaids. In a jealous fit, Hera drove them mad to kill the baby god in revenge for Zeus’ unfaithfulness. They slaughtered everyone, but Hermes saved Dionysius in time.” “It was not our fault,” Lysandra shouted with a wild look in her eyes. “We suffered just as much as those who were slain! I lost my sons! My strong, beautiful sons… Now only I am left…” Her voice drifted off, and she shifted her focus back on Zephyra with crazed determination. “Your mother has negated my every attempt at reconciliation with the nymphs. First, she took Clancey from me! I would’ve had

Plus, I just wanted to see my little wolf smile. “I guess she is in the realm she was born in.” Lamia gives a light chuckle; her smile quickly fades a solemn expression coming over her. I don’t ask, I wait for her to tell me in her own time. I lay down with her, pulling her back against my chest, wrapping her up with my arms again. Lamia talks about Seneca, giving me snippets of what she is like and how smart she is. She talks until she can no longer keep her eyes open, and they flutter close.

I asked with another threatening yell, and she was visibly shaken. “I’m Layla..Layla, Layla Luther,” she stuttered and I frowned. What was the moon goddess trying to do? No way a Lutheran could be my mate.

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.”

He needs to know more about Rena as he found out that the information and lore that the system had given him were all outdated. "Compared to Lord Rena, I am just nothing. I am simply cannon fodder in her eyes. For lamias, there are two main combat types. Most lamias have the strength of an ox and could wield heavy weapons with their physical strength. Only a handful of lamias have the magic affinity in casting powerful spells with their mana pool. The difference can be easily seen in appearance between the two types. Lord Rena is the number one genius of our clan. The only reason we are not wiped off from the continent is because of Lord Rena's protection." Rin said proudly of her admiration