Ldshadowlady Lizzie Novels & Stories

Where is Liyana? I looked like a warrior with my uniform on. I left the cloak laying on the bed because I wasn’t going anywhere. Placing the weapons in their designated places I gave Neveah a gentle kiss on her forehead before I left the room making my way towards the living room. Descending down the stairs I could hear talking but it stopped once I entered. Everyone was standing but the old man was sipping on a glass of whisky sitting crossed legs. The Aaliyah they knew or thought they knew was gone once I saw the look the old man gave me. “Everyone, Aaliyah……the Shadow of Death.” The old man announced standing up walking over to me, standing next to me.

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.

He wanted to speak, but the words just were not coming out, so he could only turn and sigh. Lizzie then continued, "I was ready to die the night I met Tidus because I have no family or attachments to this world." Tidus was shocked. "Die? No way!" "Shut up!" Frank snapped at Tidus right then, while Winter put a finger to her lips at him too. Seeing that, Lizzie continued, "Tidus is right. I'm a bumpkin—I have nothing, and I owe a lot of money. "Every day, the loan sharks would keep demanding I pay up. I really had enough and had to choose to sell my body. But Tidus…"

Lizzie was standing by the coffee table, grinning like a maniac and holding up one of the test sticks I’d tossed earlier. “What are you doing?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “She tried to kill them,” Reese said without looking up. Lizzie whipped her head toward him. “Don’t make it sound psychotic! I was avenging your pain, Sav! These stupid things made you cry last time, remember?” I blinked. “So you… avenged me?” “Exactly! I executed these little traitors.” She raised the stick proudly. “Boiled them. But now, look—this one’s got two lines again. Even the water thinks it’s pregnant.”

I slam the laptop lid down with a loud thud, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs as I look up. Liz is standing at the edge of the hallway, wearing her bright red pajama pants and an old band t-shirt. Her dark hair is a wild, messy halo around her head, but her eyes look awake and locked onto my guilty face. She looks at my white knuckles resting on the closed laptop, then looks at the dark circles under my eyes. "Violetta," Liz says as she walks over to the island, her bare feet making a soft slapping sound against the hardwood. She reaches out, grabs the edge of my laptop lid, and forces it open before I can stop her.

I snatched a doily off of the side table and tried to wrap my arm but it soaked with blood instantly. Hashem was slowly getting to his feet and I turned to face him. “You are a traitor and you will die a coward’s death,” I said, in a whisper but loud enough for him to hear. I reached for my shard as he lunged toward me with a piece of glass. I was just barely able to move and he tried again to swipe at me, this time he connected and got my side. FUCK! I was going to pass out soon, it was too much. Blood, there was blood everywhere. The yelling, the voices and the footsteps were everywhere now, close and I heard the voices yelling in English.

She tells me with a smile. As I walk away I hear her murmuring to her associate. “Did you see her!” “Did you see the resemblance?!” “Could it be? Could she be reborn?” “I don’t know, we need to tell Lord Hofer if he doesn’t already know.” “Silas, or Conrad cannot find out!” “Especially Edgar” “Edgar is a brute, he’s been wanting the Lordship for a millennia. I am sure he killed Ellie, cause she was getting close to find out the truth.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“Did the little orphan fall down again?” Sierra didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe too loudly. She just watched the trio with lowered lashes. They stood above her like hungry crows: Elara – The Leader: Pale blonde, perfect lips, eyes like chipped quartz. Always smiling when it hurt most. Gloria – The Shadow: Lanky, wolf-eyed, knuckle bruises, laugh like shattered glass. Patricia – The Echo: Pretty brunette, fake pout, sharper tongue than blade. “Maybe she’s waiting for someone to help her,” the wolf-eyed girl said, crouching close enough for Sierra to smell her sour breath. “A prince, maybe?”

Below the dais stood six guards; three on either side of the thrones above them; garbed in purple robes, as was the norm for all members of the Coven. The trio stopped just a few feet away from the dais and stood shoulder-to-shoulder to face what this day would bring. Emily—as always—was carefully placed between the two men. Lilith sat on her throne with her bat-like wings wrapped forward toward her arms. Her blond curls were long and draped down her back with an occasional stray tendril bouncing around her shoulders in a deliberately careless style. She wore tight black pants that looked like leather and a white shirt with a ruffled front and flowing sleeves, giving her the appearance of a