Layla Knight Novels & Stories

Then Layla pointed towards the woman who previously smiled at me warmly and added, “This is Her highness Luna Princess Crystal Spencer. She is Crown Prince Alpha Elijah’s aunt and Alpha King’s sister” “Pleasure to meet you her…” I was about to do curtsey but she stopped me. “Nice to meet you too, dear” Her words and tone were heartwarming. The woman was wearing the most expensive clothes and jewellery but yet she was so humble. After looking at the two women, I regretted refusing Layla’s help. “This is..” Layla was about to introduce the third female when she was cut off by the young girl.

“He’ll see that I had no choice. That power requires sacrifice. That you can’t build a throne without getting your hands dirty.” Her voice cracked as she realized the words were her dead father’s, echoing in her mouth. The ghost of him was in the room, nodding in approval. She swallowed the sour taste of the realization. It didn’t matter whose words they were if they were true. At dawn, Layla dressed herself in a flowy gown with neutral colors. It was something mature and reliable, soft cashmere and clean lines, designed to make her look like she wasn’t plotting the downfall of the woman Damien loved. She studied herself in the mirror. The face that looked back was pale, with shadows under t

Easton didn’t give anyone the chance to reply him before he was out of the door. “Let me go and check out the beautiful things present in this manor, I don’t think that I would have a chance to ever see it,” Stephanie hurried out of the place quickly too. “Is there really nothing we are going to do about Layla?” Alec asked, turning to look at Maverick. “She is the major source of headache nowadays, she had even earned the nickname ‘Death Mistress’. If it goes on forever it is not going to be easy to answer to people why we aren’t taking actions.”

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

“Glad to see you made it, Luna Layla, but I didn’t expect you to bring the Lycan King.” “He is my fiancé now. Why wouldn’t I have him accompany me? I’m certain this involves us both,” Layla says gracefully. She looks gorgeous in a black skirt and red silk top, paired with black heels, and her hair is pinned back in a loose bun. She looks like a sexy little secretary, and somehow that’s sexy-as-fuck. A few strands of her blond hair framing her face, her sea-blue eyes trained on the three men. “Well, this is concerning some misconduct possibly from the king’s pack-”

Shayla had the same pale hair, though hers was touched with a hint of blonde. Luna Lilac chuckled, “Sorry, I got carried away. Anastasia, this is my sister, Shayla. Her mate was unable to make it tonight, but he sends his regards.” Knight caught the sparkle in Luna Lilac’s eye and practically bounced in his seat. He looked around the room, then lowered his voice to a dramatic whisper. “He’s here, isn’t he?” Luna Lilac made a show of leaning in, clearly feeding into Knights childish excitement. “He is.”

Layla pushes him off and turns to him with anger in her eye's as she stands from the bench. Suddenly everything and everyone around me begins moving in slow motion and I look to Layla again to see her eyes have gone silver and a blue fire like energy lingers around her. I am momentarily shocked at the sight before me. My Layla, the Layla from the past was nothing more than a low level witch who could never possess powers such as these. The air gets chiller and I begin to sense danger. I look around and see that Lorie like the others is also moving in slow motion.

Why the hell were they screaming for joy like a God was about to grace their midst. In one swift motion, the chauffeur was right at her door. He swung it open and she climbed out the car. She stood for a while taking in the scene before her. Ladies dressed in white began to throw flowers and pebbles on the floor, creating a pathway to a podium where a man stood. She walked down the aisle smiling nervously at everyone as she walked to the podium. “All hail Miss Lyra, the restorer of balance and peace to the pack.” A male voice boomed from the podium.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

I asked calmly. Layla’s smile didn’t waver. She leaned back, her bracelets clinking like little wind chimes. “Oh, come on, Sienna. If I wanted you dead or haunted, I’d do it myself. You think I’m so cheap I’d send a cryptic USB? Please.” “Are you saying you’re not?” “I’m saying there are cracks in her kingdom. And something tells me you’re about to pry them wide open.” She gave me a slow, catlike grin. “So please, darling — do it. Some of us are starving to watch her fall.”