Ldshadowlady Lizzie Novels & Stories

LYDIA When the shadows rush toward me, I lift my hands and push them away with all the strength I have. A soft glow spreads around me, bright and silver like the moon, wrapping me in a shield of light. The vampires hiss and back away, fear flashing in their dark eyes. Behind me, I see Dex fighting alongside the Silver Crescent Pack, his shadows slicing through the air to protect everyone. But I can’t stay focused on that, not when I see Linda standing across the room.

Aria immediately went to her car with Cassie behind her. Lizzie tried to run after them, but the people's focused turned to her as she was called Lady of The Night. She walked to the stage, took the crown, waved, and smiled, despite thinking of her two best friends. "Wait, Aria, are you sure about this? Because I admit at first, I was willing to go with you since they thought I am in their side, but seeing Frank there, was not good," Cassie said.

She couldn't take on the elites in Aquastead, let alone the ones in Regalia. The luxury car window slowly rolled down. Lizzie glanced at Dawn and was caught off guard for a moment. It felt like she had seen her old self. But soon after, she regained her composure. After sweeping a cold glance over Dawn, she shifted into a smile and opened the door to walk toward Dawn. "Are you okay, young lady?" Lizzie looked concerned. Her kind voice put Dawn into a trance. When she looked up and saw the noblewoman before her, she was stunned in place momentarily and stared at the woman.

“Thanion, Lord of the Underworld, Master of Shadows, Keeper of—” “Get to the point, Zeus.” Thanion’s voice cut through the air like a blade, his patience visibly wearing thin. Zeus chuckled again, unperturbed, and gestured around the room. “You know, for someone who claims to hate their title, you’ve certainly embraced the aesthetic. The torches, the black marble, the... ambiance.” He waved a hand toward the spectral woman, who rolled her eyes and vanished into a puff of smoke, leaving the faint scent of lilies in her wake.

Third Person's POV Lizzie quickly cleared her family from the room, leaving only herself and her mother. She pointed a finger at Edwin and Thomasina, her eyes as cold as ice. "Edwin, you're actually calling the cops on your own family for this woman? Fine. If you let the police take my uncles, I'll leak this bitch's entire private stash of photos to the Wolf-Net tomorrow. Let's see what everyone thinks of your taste!" Thomasina started shaking with fear, quickly yanking on Edwin's sleeve. "Don't call the cops... please. We're the ones in the wrong here anyway. I'm fine. Lizzie is your only blood; don't burn the last bridge between you."

Sharon said with a smile " Oh,,Friday night. I should find something to put on " Lisa said walking into the dressing room,Sharon also followed. " That girl,,Lily,why is she always quiet??" Lisa suddenly asked " I don't know,, but am sure she's not as innocent as her look " Sharon said with a scoff " I think she's really innocent " Lisa said and finally brought out a dress,, " This is nice,, " She smiled and show Sharon who nodded in agreement " It's simple and beautiful and I love the color purple " Sharon said

“I don’t even know who I am outside of this. She doesn't want me to find out. They said it was a charity on their own path.” “You’re Aurora, you are special” Lizzy said. “Not her dressmaker. Not her trophy. Aurora. Don’t forget that.” Outside the door, we heard walking steps. We both stood up turning to each other. “It's Livia.” I said in a low tone. Even at night I can never forget his creepy walking steps. He had a spare key to my room, he always opened it without knocking. “What will I do?” Lizzy asked. “Where should I hide? He will fire me if I bring food for you.” She said, her voice shaking. Her forehead breaking in cold sweat.

The bruises on Alexis ass made Lizzie drift back to her days at the strip club, how she was maltreated and abused by many men, including Mike. Lizzie looked all over the house for Mr. Hills. She found him in his entertainment room, where he was immersed in a game of billiards. “Lizzie," Mr. Hill greeted, not looking up from his shot. "What brings you here?" When he took his shot, he wasn’t pleased but when he stood upright to see Lizzie he marveled, “You look hot.” She was dressed in a Jean that accentuated her curves and a tight corset that exposed her cleavage’s. “Mr. Hill I’m concerned for your daughter.” She said.

The zombies blocking the entrance had finally broken through the doors and came flooding toward them like a tidal wave. "Raarh!" The closest zombie snarled. Lizzie shot forward like a dark shadow, lunging straight at Bradley and Lindsay, who were closest to her. Her entire face was deathly pale. Beneath her darkened eye sockets were gray, cloudy zombie eyes. Bradley and Lindsay were horrified when they saw her. But at least this time, none of them screamed. In that split second of danger, Bradley shoved Lindsay aside and faced zombie Lizzie head-on. Clang!