Layla Heartfilia Novels & Stories

It's been a month since I last saw him, he was so angry, but why? Wasn't all that feel real? It's nothing, I need to go forward, but how? I'm so lost, but I need to, I've lost my love, it doesn't mean I've lost my whole life, There are less than three months left until the exams, that's what matters now. - Layla, how are you? - I'm fine - Where have you been? We miss you

Layla is the only daughter of her father, and from a young age, she was raised to be a strong warrior. Therefore, her presence is felt in any battles of the Western tribe. A powerful, alluring, and determined she-wolf, that's how everyone acknowledges her. Moreover, Layla possesses a beautifully crafted face, with glossy black hair tied neatly behind her, and a set of animal-skin armor that makes her a dazzling hero admired by all. Certainly, no one would have expected such a noble wolf, like an angel from above, to end up in such a filthy state.

He lifted his shaky hand and sent vines at her. ‘Still so unrepentant.’ She shook her head as she floated to the side, making way for his attack. ‘I would have loved to make him suffer a little bit more, but I can’t keep Eleanor in the sky any longer.’ “I am Layla, the moon child. The moon’s judgement and executioner and I find you, Draven, guilty of multiple crimes and abominations against your kind.” She shouted, lifting her glaive with both hands; the blade burned with white flames, and the halo of light around her glowed like the sun.

Layla had a smirk covering her lips. “I am the Luna Queen. I can do whatever I please,” she smirked. Her eyes brightened up when even thought about wearing the diamond crown. “Evelyn!” she then turned around and watched Evelyn run into her arms, “There, there!” she hugged Evelyn tightly, “I won’t let anything happen to you,” Layla watched Roman roll his eyes at her. That kid was getting on her nerves now. She had been nothing but nice to them, but it seemed as if this kid just didn’t deserve any kind of love and affection.

Lucia asked. Clinton sighs and says, "His wolf can talk to Alex's wolf and other spirits including Alex. And their bond can help connect each other and could give Alex and her spirits enough strength for them to fight off the beast." "Then, we must make Azrael come with us." Lucia said. "We can't! I hate him!" Layla said with distaste. "We have no choice, Layla. He is our only chance to bring Alex back." I said. She didn't reply, but her mood changed. I know that Layla hates Azrael so much because both of them share the same interest, which is Alex. Yup, I know that Layla is in love with Alex. Poor Layla.

(Laya P.O.V) "Lyly! Hold my hand. Just do more effort, I'm here." Someone shouts in the dark. "Can't see your hand or even your face, who are you?" I utter, but then I catch something, I think his arm. " Yes, good girl, hold it stronger and listen, don't look down." "I do....Is it you? Aghhh." "What happens?" "I am sorry. I can't." "You can't what?...I realise that I was dreaming when Selly tried to wake me up.

With the continuous recovery of soul power, the little girl also remembered fragments of her past. When her soul power is fully restored, she would definitely be able to remember everything. She might not know it yet, but when that time came, it would be the time for her to separate from David. For now, she just wanted to grow up quickly. … Some mysterious corner of Leila. A pitch-black dead star was wandering alone in the universe. A figure was standing not far from the dead star, his eyes fixed on it. That was Lufian, one of the five Leila rulers.

"This is Luna Lyra, my honored guest. She will be staying with us for the coming month as part of a cultural exchange with Crest Pack. I expect you all to treat her with respect due to visiting royalty." The assembled Lycans bowed, a gesture of respect. But Lyra could see the curiosity in their eyes, the questions they weren't asking. One figure stepped forward, a woman with long dark hair and striking green eyes. She was beautiful in a dangerous way, like a blade wrapped in silk. "Another stray, Bastian?" the woman said, her voice carrying clearly across the courtyard. "You do love collecting broken things." The insult was clear, cutting. Lyra felt her face flush with embarrassment and ange