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.

Layla lifted her hand, creating a barrier, and all their attacks disappeared the moment they touched it. She lifted her hand, forging a large shard of ice and launching it at Blaze in the blink of an eye. He screamed as it pierced through his heart, coming out at the other side. She rushed at him before he could melt the ice, and she cut off his head. “Two down, one more to go. You’re the last man standing, Demeter.” Layla taunted as his body fell to the ground and turned to ashes. Demeter’s face was paler than snow as she gaped at Layla. Her entire body trembled, and she took her a step back.

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) I hate myself when I put other's life in danger for my own goods. "Sorry brothers, I know what I make you go through. I don't know how I am going to repay you; But you are my brothers." 15.0 96 Normal 0 Clean 21 false false false FR X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tableau Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;

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

Layla's POV Two days had passed, and it seemed as though I had embarked on a mission with no possible succession. I had done the things which I thought would redirect me to the Alpha king himself, whether it had to be the best performance or the worst attitude which a slave could put up. Unfortunately, he was barely seen. If I couldn't have a view of him, how would I relay the necessary information to Alpha Alex? How then would I access the good things to come from this mission?

I caught myself checking the door multiple times, imagining Michelle’s sleek figure standing there again, smiling politely, handing me some innocuous-looking document. Damian noticed my tension, and though he didn’t speak immediately, his eyes lingered on mine for a moment longer than usual. Then he finally said, “Layla… I need you to remember something. Whoever she is, she has power, knowledge, and the ability to manipulate perception. We don’t know her agenda yet. But we do know one thing—she won’t underestimate the three of us.” I nodded, swallowing hard. “I won’t,” I said firmly, though my chest felt heavy. “I just… I didn’t expect to be facing Jaden’s past this soon. I thought we were d