Ldshadowlady Lizzie Novels & Stories

Alex's Pov I turned to find Lizzie's eyes boring into mine as she squatted at the edge of the pool beside me. “Staring? What?” I stuttered. Her face remained impassive as she lowered herself into the pool. Her skin looked even paler now that the clothes were gone. She wore a black bra top and a pair of high waisted, thick swim panties. She had some freakish looking tattoos on her back, upper thighs and a flower tattoo around her belly button that looked out of place amongst the more deadlier drawings.

I hoped, desperately, that I did not look like I had been crying for hours even though I had. Lizzie practically skipped up to us and stopped just short of the bed. She looked over at Alyssa and blushed slightly, then dropped her eyes in the manner most subs would when they met a Dom, or in this case a Domme. "Hello, Mistress Alyssa," Lizzie greeted shyly. My jaw dropped to the ground. I didn't know Lizzie very well, but everything I did know about her said she was a sassy woman through and through. I would never expect this behavior from her.

If he’d persisted, I would’ve come down there and broken every bone in his hand before he could blink. I watched him slink away, then shifted my gaze back to Lizzie. She tossed back the rest of her first drink in one go, throat working as she swallowed. I wasn’t thrilled about her drinking—especially not here—but at least Savannah was sticking to juice and looked completely clear-headed. That was something. The ringleader in the black t-shirt still hadn’t taken his eyes off Lizzie. He leaned toward his friends, muttering something while staring at her. His expression was predatory, calculating.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

But, in the end, a tiny amount of luck remained. Lizzie discreetly rose from her chair, kissed the sleeping Mavellin on the forehead, took the kerosene lamp, and quietly exited the room. She was dressed in a chestnut brown coat, walked gently out of the castle, and lit the road. Her lone figure was covered in the dense fog by the golden light. "Ninety-six, ninety-seven," says the narrator. With extreme concentration, she whispered a count of her steps. The maid didn't come to a complete stop until she had taken one hundred and one steps.

“Perfect! Alex will love it!” Lizzie blushes slightly at my statement and looks down. “Actually, Alex isn’t coming.” I could tell that she was a bit nervous. Lizzie’s 18th birthday had come and gone right after I had moved in with the family. Alex’s 18th birthday was months ago. Lizzie was aware that at any moment, either one of them could find their mate. I got the impression that she would be quite content to wake up one day and find that Alex was her mate. But the moon goddess had other ideas.

Lilith POV “Finally, we meet face to face... Lilith,” she whispered, her fake British accent roared realm, disturbing the quietness, The dim light from the gate's lamps shined on her, revealing nothing but true beauty, she was gorgeous. It's her, I thought, the same woman I've seen in my nightmares. Wearing a white dress that clung to her body, perking her breasts closer to her collar bone, the long slit on both sides running up thin thighs, exposing her bikini area, easily, I recognized her bright purple eyes anywhere, they were an exact match to mine, dyed in artificial ginger her hair was cut short, the ends were bluntly chopped, resting stiffly on her shoulders, and though the natural da

“And oh, include the level of your shadow and the type.” Z’s eyes widened. She stared at Sloane with disbelief, as though she’d gone mad, as though she’s a talking corpse. She could lie, of course. However, she knew very well that’d be a risky business. What if they asked for proof of her statement? What if they demand to see her shadow? She closed her eyes, biting her lips so hard. ‘This is such a mess!’ “Right! I’ll go first.” Sloane smirked. “I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.”

“What exactly do you think I am?” Nick looked away from her, he took in a gulp of air, “A Shadow Dweller, someone who can see both good and evil in people.” he said looking down at her hands. “Your hands are turning purple, so it's happening. When you come of age, you'll have to make a choice. Everyone does.”

She's dangerous. "She's the one that's helping Josiah. He knows that I'm here." I say. "Tessa. You're the only one that can stop her." Angelo says. "I don't understand. I can't fight that." I say. "Yeah. You can. But not right now." He says throwing a bottle of something at the shadows. When it smashed on the ground it released a pink mist that made the shadows retreat. "What was that stuff?" I asked. "I have friends that are witch's too." He says.