Leia Blackswan Novels & Stories

Leah , having freshened up during the private flight from London, exuded allure with her dark, glossy hair cascading past her bare shoulders. In a vibrant red jersey dress, she showcased the top curve of her breasts beneath spaghetti straps, and the dress flirted daringly above her creamy thighs. Lipstick matching the dress adorned her lips, and her slender legs culminated in sharp black stiletto heels, creating an irresistible image that captivated those around her.

She looked over and studied me for a moment. “So, the rumors are true. You are High Queen Tova?” She wasn’t even out of breath. Bo was walking but his stride was long enough that she had to jog to keep up with me. I was impressed. “Yes. And you are?” “Leila.” She flipped a long, blonde braid down her back. She looked like the typical warrior: tall, blonde, and muscular. She had two swords in scabbards crossed at her back.

The tiara had a faint glow and looked very extraordinary. She had an excellent figure, and her face was perfect. James noticed her and sensed the powerful aura coming from her. He immediately knew the woman was most likely the Angel Race’s Princess Leilani. “I’m grateful for everyone that has come to Mount Eden today.” Leilani stood up and looked at the powerhouses as well as core members from various races around her with a bright smile. “There isn’t really any purpose for gathering everyone here. I simply wanted to get to know the different powerhouses of the Greater Realms. I’d also like to find a suitable partner to participate in the Doom Race’s upcoming conference and obtain the Chaos

“Of course. I was the one who killed that woman. But at the time, I didn’t know she had a sister and brought Leila to her. I searched everywhere, but apparently, that dumb family thought Leila was a mongrel so they kept her hidden away. That’s why I didn’t have the chance to kill her earlier.” “What?” Remus was surprised that his mother was more cunning than he thought. “Who on earth is Leila then?” “That’s a long story,” said Amaya, concealing her real intentions, “but in short, Leila is the daughter of the Mother Dragon, the master of the dragon spirits. She’s the princess of the most ancient dragon tribe, the Stormy Clan. If she isn’t killed, she might bring earth-shattering change to thi

I took it and was surprised at her strength as she effortlessly pulled me up. "Where's my clan?" She pointed towards the top of the slope. I saw Tia, she was so wrapped in a conversation with another girl she didn't seem to notice when I landed with a thud beside her. The girl—now seeing her up close I should say woman—had long pitch black hair and looked like she would be in her thirties. Night. Leya was on a tree high above us, probably enjoying the view of the small village. Jhan had his back to the village and Jereum and Tom were giving consolatory pat's to a weepy Jabari.

I wanted to ensure that Leila's name would become synonymous with the betrayal and darkness that lurked within the black pool pack. I wanted to ensure that happened and have been doing a lot of things behind just so it works but no matter just how much I moved, Alpha Xander wouldn't let go of the case thereby causing confusion within the anti-supporters of the pack and my midst. I looked at her, wondering what was so special about her but couldn't find a thing.

She would not stay with a man who didn’t appreciate her. A part of Dominique admired the girl. Leah was strong, smart, and beautiful, not that Dominique was a troll or anything, but Leah’s beauty drew people to her effortlessly. The girl had an aura about her that Dominique had noticed the first time she met her, and she could tell that Leah wasn’t just a pretty face. She was beautiful inside as well, which is why her people loved her so much. And why Dominique want Leah to be the one to mate into the Blackwell clan. She was the reason the Sullivan was so powerful and loyal. Her dragons would do anything to protect their future queen. Dominique wanted her clan to be just as powerful and loya

All wolves deserves a pack and was granted a pack title by the Alpha, no matter how dark a status the pack may have. It is possible to say they're pursuers from the dark packs. I squint my eyes but as I force myself to look further, my vision began to turn blurry. The moment my head felt light, my body follows weakly falling down. The happening was so fast it's almost too scary. In the midst of losing consciousness, I still witnessed the way the carriage doors opened before a man with white long hair and peculiar purple eyes stares at me with a smirk. "It is beyond the greatest pleasures to lay my humble eyes on you, Luna Leaxandra."

Her primary objective was to ensure that the pack remained united in the face of the impending challenges that loomed ever closer. Leah's restless night had left her agitated and anxious. The weight of her growing deceit pressed heavily upon her, urging her to take drastic action. She couldn't simply wait for fate to unravel her carefully constructed plans. Leah had decided to make a covert move, one that would require her to sneak out of the palace and meet with her accomplice, Stasia. Her ultimate goal was to ensure that Bloom never regained consciousness, cementing her own position as Liam's chosen mate.

I pause near my still unpacked luggage, staring down at a stray bundle of dried lavender lying on top of my clothes. I should unpack. This place belongs to me now. I have no need for nerves. "And then there was me. Leah. A useless omega with no natural gift for combat, who spent her days reading about traditional medicine like it was the scripture and tending to the pack's children like I was their mother.” “It was a modest, quiet life. I wanted to be a healer who healed through tribal medicine and tonics. I wanted to be an herbalist and a healer, just like my ‘mother’."