Layla Heartfilia Novels & Stories

I saw Eula approaching me. "Again, sir. I'm sorry on behalf of my friend. She's a newly recruited member of the suicide cup event and doesn't have a single idea of who we are. I'll just remove her-" my eyes widened and glared at Eula. "Don't. As I've said, she's my prey, and I won't let her escape.." he fixed his coat first before smirking at me. "Welcome to Suicide High, Miss Florence Mil. I hope you'll enjoy your stay here because I'll surely do." He said and left the room.

“Is Miasma even your name?” Miasma nodded. “And I have always loved chariko. I love that it makes people a little kinder to each other. And I never asked to be a Magos. Same as you …” she held up her hand as Ilyria started to interrupt, “Same as you, Ilyria. My element is earth though. Yours is metal.” “What?” Ilyria stood dumbly, in her head, pieces clicked into place and a strange sort of sense emerged.

Gathering his thoughts he turned to look at the girl, who stood quietly beside her father, avoiding his gaze as she stared off into the distant rolling slopes. She had beautiful almond-shaped eyes that were hazel in color and thick auburn hair that was tied up in a high pony-tail. Her jaw was firmly set and she was dressed more like a warrior than the daughter of an Alpha in tight black pants and shirt and jacket. She looked like a vengeful doll but without the malevolence and he sensed a certain air of vulnerability about her too. Blake gestured for her to come forward and meet Seth and she moved with a confidence and grace that seemed too mature for her years. “Layla this is Alpha Seth of

It was almost like a part of me that went missing had been found. I was no longer just Lyra. I was the Ash Luna. Chimera Queen. Heir of Two Souls. I was complete.

“It makes the most sense. After all, your treatment of the second in command of Starfall has been atrocious.” I open my mouth. Then I close it. Yes, I had been under the influence of Camila’s magic, but I can’t deny I did act unforgivably. “The two of you are fighting over a running hare,” Layla says, no longer in Vincent’s arms and looking back and forth between us. “Who says Starfall wants to join a kingdom? We’re doing just fine as an independent colony.” She pulls out her phone and sends a text while explaining, “Leona needs to be here for this.”

But Bryce’s eyes are cold and empty when he looks at her. “Why don’t you break the bond with her?” Leila asks. “You don’t love her.” Bryce acts sweet, but I can see it for what it is now. Bullshit. My sister can’t, or won’t, see it. “You know why. You don’t have Greyheart blood. As soon as the bitch has given me an heir, I’ll kill her and we’ll be the new rulers of the world.” Leila mutters something. Her memory is hazy, but I feel it. She hates herself. She hates what she has become.

Faye stammered trying to search for the right words to say. “Cat cut your tongue?!.” Alora asked. Zemia smirked and pulled her close when he saw Faye's eyes darkened. “You have an Alpha aura! What are you, a Lycan ?!.” Zemias's brother said. “I am Alora and for what I am I would rather keep that to myself!.” Alora replied and leaned on Zemia. “Well, I am Loki!.” He said. “Nice to meet you!.” Alora replied.

"I know you don't understand, but this is what I have to do. I'm sorry." Leah turned and ran out of the cafe. She could hear Ray running after her, calling her name. She didn't stop running, or wait to reach the launch pad, before shifting into her dragon. She glanced back once to see Ray staring after her. He didn't look happy, but there was nothing she could do about that. She had a clan to protect; they needed her.

she added, smiling at her. Then suddenly, Lilac saw unrecognition in Emily’s eyes. “Oh, my apologies; I neglected to introduce myself.” She chuckled softly. “My name is Lilac, and I am Dillon’s sister,” she stated. Emily was taken aback when she learned that Dillon had a sibling. However, she was aware that their personalities were distinct. Dillon is cold and authoritative; he’s a Beta, after all, whereas Lilac is a happy-go-lucky one. “We’re so relieved that you’ve regained consciousness,” Millie said as she assisted her in sitting up. “I’ll check your vital signs, and then you can eat, all right?”

And he would say or do anything to make that happen. I was not going to let him trap me as his mistress, a pure physical outlet and not someone he could truly see himself loving as a real wife and mate, and that was final. No amount of seemingly “kind” gestures or sweet words could change that. The young girl we were testing the Lycan Root on was already in the clinic, propped up in one of the hospital beds. Unlike the last boy, she was awake, although just barely. She was tiny, with mousey brown hair and freckles all over her face. She looked up at me with glassy blue eyes as I approached.