Layla Heartfilia Novels & Stories

That is something I can’t pretend isn’t true. I can’t hear what he’s saying to her, his lips far too close to her ear for my liking. I take up another flute of champagne, downing it in one go as his fingers caress her waist, making irritation seep through me. Maybe I didn’t stop him, but he’s had his dance. It’s time I stepped in. I push away from where I stand, but then I pause when Layla rests her head on his chest, her eyes closed. She feels a pull to him thanks to the shard of Tray’s sapphire in him, too. I wonder when she learns the truth, how hard will I have to hold on to keep her?

Alaric stood center stage, Seraphina glowing with smug triumph at his side. “I won’t waste time,” Alaric declared. “The Nightshade Pack needs a Luna of strength. A she‐wolf who brings value. And that she-wolf… is Seraphina Langley.” Seraphina beamed. “Step aside, Seara. You were never meant to stand beside Alpha Alaric. That place was always mine.” Then Seraphina pressed her lips to Alaric’s in a claiming kiss that silenced the hall. Seara felt the last shard of her heart splinter, but she swallowed the pain like glass.

Seeing how everyone has worked hard to overcome the enemies, Layla truly felt useless. She’s not a fighter. She’s not even inclined to train. She’s terribly clumsy. Just like her father, she’s more of a thinker than a warrior. She has a good memory and she likes to read and analyzing things. It’s one of the things which made her believe the city is where she belonged.

When I entered the lift, I selected the attachments in the email. …A pretty-looking girl with light green hair and golden eyes. 'First Name: Lefiya Last Name: Rios Challia Gender: Female Age: 16 Birth Date: 4th April XX77 Class: First Year, A-1 Race: Faerie Elf Special Note from Principal: She inherited the all-seeing eye from the fairy race, so brace yourself from having your deepest, darkest secrets wholly exposed to her. Don't try to look for her through her hair colour; it's useless as it changes often. Instead, her most distinctive features are her pointy ears and fairy wings.'

Lilith's POV. I folded another dress and carefully placed it inside one of the open traveling bags... It's been a few more weeks and we are finally leaving the human world. Oliver had already made arrangements, the main reason why we had come here has finally been settled, Valerie could no longer hurt anyone, she had gotten a hold of her power. And despite everything that had happened... With Helena and Adrian, despite the danger and the chaos that had followed us, there was still a part of me that felt strangely sad about leaving.

The possessed Layla let out another chilling laugh. “She only defeated your pathetic Evelyn because I allowed her to tap into my power! She is mine! Her will is subservient to mine! She is merely a shell, a puppet on my strings!” “No!” I shouted, dodging another brutal assault, feeling the familiar sting of energy as she clawed at my arm, her touch burning like ice. “She’s not! She’s Layla Bloodwood, Luna Queen of the Bloodwood Pack, and she belongs to no one but herself, and to me!” My heart ached, a deep, crushing sorrow settling over me. I couldn’t keep fighting her. Not like this. This wasn't a battle against an enemy; it was a battle against my own soul. Each block, each parry, felt lik

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

“She helped me in the Elf Kingdom. She traveled with the royal envoy. She’s smart, fast, and kind.” Daisy looked at me seriously. “Layla, she will be useful to you. I trust her.” I trusted Daisy. That was enough. I smiled gently and stepped forward. “Hello. I’m Layla. Welcome to Prince Lucian’s mansion.” The girl glanced at the grand building, then back at me. Her gaze lingered for a second before she spoke. “Hello, my name is Sora.”

Declan praised as he noticed the sky outside through the open crater atop the gigantic nest that Layla placed Seraphina in. "She should be out for the rest of the day," Layla kissed her on the forehead and Zander picked up on something. "You are in love with her," Zander mentioned, and the others got quiet. Layla's face converted into shock, but she quickly brushed it off. "Well, she isn't mine to mate. She belongs to Ignatholon The Lavatongue. A weird entity that appears and disappears in a black mist captured him." Zander froze. "When did this happen?"

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.