Lila From Miraculous Novels & Stories

She looked up, eyes narrowing, then widening when she saw me. “Hey,” she called, flicking the cigarette away. “You’re the girl from the trial, right? The one Sienna dragged in?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah, that’s me.” She grinned, stepping closer. “I'm Lila. I was there, in the back row. You looked ready to bite Sienna’s head off. Respect.” She stuck out her hand. I shook it, forcing a small smile. “Didn’t have much choice.” Lila laughed. “That’s Sienna. All talk and some bite. You’re still here, though, so you must be tough.” She tilted her head, studying me. “Are you planning to stay?”

I sit on the couch, adjusting instinctively, and then she’s in my arms. And just like that— I get it. Margaret Rose looks at me. That’s the thing no one really prepares you for. Not the size, not the weight, not even the quiet warmth of her, it’s the way she looks. Completely. Fully. Like you are the most interesting thing in her world for that exact moment and she has nothing else to do but study you. She looks at me. I look at her. “Hi,” I say softly. “I’m Lila. I’ve known your mother for fourteen years, and I need you to understand something early, you are going to have an extraordinary role model.”

Tired of everyone looking at her like something breakable. That realization followed her into the training yard one cold morning while she watched younger pack wolves spar under Maya’s supervision. Most of them stopped and bowed respectfully when they noticed her. Not because she was weak. Because she was their luna. The thought settled strangely inside her chest. Lila crossed her arms and watched the training session silently for several minutes before Elder Miriam approached her slowly. “You’re thinking too loudly again,” the older woman said. Lila blinked. Then laughed softly despite herself.

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.

It was better that they were not prepared for the truth of the extent of my magic on the off chance I needed to use it to escape them. I’d just settled into the warmth of the thick folds of the loosely hung tapestry when Lila fell to one knee and bowed her head. I looked with awe at the slender, stately woman who glided onto the platform. Her movements were smooth and regal as she settled into her throne. Long, perfectly manicured fingernails extended the length of her digits, making her slender hands look almost alien in appearance. The bridge of her nose was straight and narrow. It was perfectly centered between a pair of large, green, cat-like eyes that were framed by thick arched br

I waved goodbye as he headed off, but Lila wasn’t beside me. I looked over and froze as I stared at her. “Baby?” Lila’s whole body shook and she leaned over, one hand pressed against the wall for support. A choking sob came from her. Her reaction confused me, and I rushed to her side. I pulled her face up to look at me and sighed in relief when I saw a smile on her face—it was a cry of joy. Her nightmare had the fairy tale ending we hoped for, and the evil monster was banished from the kingdom.

Lyla said almost crying when she couldn't contain her guilt any more. Lily was taken aback by Lyla's words. "Lyla, why? Did I do anything wrong?" Lily asked in confusion. Lyla snapped and with the little strength she had, yelled at Lily. "That is the problem, Lily. You are too kind, too caring, too perfect. Can't you do something evil even for once in your life? Leave me alone. I am bad, I am evil...." Lyla continued to yell at Lily but her voice trailed off as she began to pant for air.

But before he could complete his sentence, Lila collapsed to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Lara's thoughts raced, as she tried to understand the situation. The heaviness of the moment felt overwhelming—Lila, the Luna of Tribiano, crying in distress, and Magnus, her beloved, being accused of something unimaginable. Uncertainty and mixed feelings consumed her as doubt crept in.

Lila roared in a fury. Touched, Lorelai’s eyes simply brimmed with warm tears. However, the words that came out of her lips were as follows— “Lila, don’t be rude to my master! “It’s my honor and glory to massage my master’s feet! I feel happier than ever! It’s my favorite task!” Right after saying that, she gagged a few times. She felt like throwing up. Lila said, “...sis, could this be... true love?”

“If you’re looking for the blackmailer, you won’t find me dancing on tables.” His eyes flickered, and I could tell he was weighing his words. “Maybe not.” Before I could press further, the crowd shifted, and a figure slid up beside Ronan like a shadow merging with the night, Lila. Her presence was magnetic, a dangerous kind of beauty that drew the eye and held it hostage. She smiled at me with something that felt both inviting and threatening. “Deric,” she purred, voice low. “I didn’t expect to find you here.”