Lila From Miraculous Novels & Stories

“Lila can see the past and future of anyone she touches, regardless of their species. All she needs is a physical connection.” A frown etched my face. “And how is that supposed to help?” “If you allow, she could look into yours to see if she would find anything on Gabriel. Anything at all could be helpful—a clue, a weakness, anything that could help us catch him before it’s too late.” It sounded like a trap. A very big one. “How far into the past and future can she see?”

"And even if you weren't, I wouldn't let a child of yours anywhere near this pack. You are poison, Glenda. Look at yourself. You’re pathetic." Glenda stumbled back as if slapped. She looked around the room, searching for an ally, but found only disgust. Then, Lady Elara stood up. The new Luna was a head taller than Glenda and radiated the kind of icy, aristocratic power that Glenda could only dream of faking. Elara smoothed her pristine gown and walked closer to them. She didn't shout. She didn't look angry. She looked like she was inspecting a stain on the carpet. "Is this the mistress?" Elara asked, her voice crisp and clear.

"Keep your voice down." I frowned. "I don't even know you." She stepped closer. "My name is Lila. I’m here to help you." I narrowed my eyes. "Help me? Why?" She hesitated. "Because I know the truth. About what Lucien did to your family. About what he’s planning. And because... I owe you." I snorted. "Owe me? I don’t even know you." "But my family did," she whispered. "They were killed because they supported your father. I was spared because I was young, but I remember. I remember everything. And I want to make things right."

So I have to be on time for the meeting. —Okay, go, I love you, take care of yourself. "I love you too, see you," Luciana said before hanging up and immediately leaving for the company. She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

“This is blood-hexed shadow magic… and very old. It twists nature. It breaks spirit. It doesn’t just curse a pack—it infects it.” Damian’s face tightened. “Can you tell who made it?” Mira hesitated. Then she placed her wrinkled hands over the object and closed her eyes. Power stirred in the air. Moments passed. When her eyes opened again, they were glowing faintly green. Her voice was not just hers—it carried something ancient and knowing. “Her name… is Lila.” Silence fell like a blade. Ella’s breath caught. Damian’s fists clenched. “Lila,” Ella whispered, her voice laced with both shock and disgust. “Of course it was her…”

"L.. Lady Lilith..." Lilith smiled through her tears. "You don't owe me any silly apology." "But..." "You were brave, when I couldn't find the courage to speak, you did." "You risked your own life and came to Oliver to expose the truth, if you hadn't..." She looked back toward Oliver. "I might really have lost him." Mira completely broke down. "I was terrified, I almost stayed silent." "But you didn't." Lilith squeezed her hands. "And because you didn't.. our family is still together because of you so thank you."

"Is there any problem, Mrs. Lyla?" "She keeps asking for Sage." Elijah spat out in disgust and began to take his leave. I tried to stop him, but I was immediately stopped by Lyla's hand. Her expression was deadly when she stared at me, but she kept the look of an angel when she was staring at Elijah.

“They took him from me within seconds of his birth. I never even got to hold him.” “I see,” Mirabella mused. “That explains a lot.” Eying Lila for a long moment, she finally asked, “Would you like to see him?” Lila’s heart lept from her chest and landed in her throat at that question. She had no idea why she would feel both nervous and excited about seeing the infant that she’d convinced herself was an abomination, but she did. With a rapid nod, she eagerly asked, “Is that possible?” Mirabella gave a nervous shrug and whispered, “I make no promises, but I will try.” Looking around, she asked, “Are you able to walk?”

A knowing. The kind of instinct you can’t learn in boardrooms or back alleys. The kind that comes from living too long in a world where nothing stays good forever. The terrace door opened with a soft click. Lila stepped out, still in her thin cotton sleep shirt, her hair a tangle around her shoulders. Her eyes were sleepy and warm when they found mine. “You’re up early,” she murmured. “I couldn’t sleep,” I admitted. She came to stand behind my chair, her hands settling on my shoulders. Her fingers traced over the old scars there, the places I no longer felt.