Lilia Helstea Novels & Stories

Robert himself. "Now tell me something true testimony before I reveal everything. Don't think that just because I'm silent then you think I don't know everything? Whatever you have done is written so very easily and so very clearly in my brain. And I really didn't think that you would go this far just because you hated one woman here. And after you saw the aura of Rose Mary, what did you think? Lilian covered up this fact so that her position as the princess with the highest caste in this palace would not be loved by anyone, including Rose Mery. Even though it was very clear that Lilian was just a mixed-blood Alpha woman because Lilian had no connection at all with her siblings and family in

"Nothing from the Founder is 'just' anything." The chamber hissed open. Inside the cylinder... Lay three objects. A folded sheet of cream-colored paper. An antique bronze key. And... A fresh white lily. Helena froze the moment she saw the flower. "No..." Elara looked at her. "What is it?" Helena's face had lost all color. "Isabella." "What about my mother?" "The white lily..." Helena whispered. "...was her favorite flower." Elara carefully unfolded the letter. Unlike previous messages...

But for Lilia, none of that mattered. Her eyes were fixed on the painting—the last item of the night. "Horizon’s Lament," a masterpiece by Elian Devereux, the last work from the renowned artist before his untimely death. She had spent months studying it—memorizing every brushstroke, tracing the artist's intentions in catalog prints, and immersing herself in its history. This was more than just a painting. It was her last connection to something pure, something untouchable. And tonight, she was determined to win it.

Lila pushed the tray forward slightly, her eyes blazing with unbridled adoration. The wheels in her head were turning furiously. Kaelen was furious right now—if she played the gentle, caring card just right, and twisted the knife in Eira’s back a few more times, the empty spot at the strongest Alpha on the continent’s side would be hers, sooner or later. Kaelen said nothing. His gaze drifted slowly down from Lila’s overly made-up, simpering face, settling on the steaming stew pot. “You think I need your comfort?”

The Met was a fortress of glass and history, but tonight, it was a shark tank. Lilia stood at the top of the grand staircase, her hand trembling slightly where it rested on Sion’s arm. She was encased in a gown of midnight-blue velvet that weighed more than her first car, and her throat was adorned with "loaned" sapphires that felt like ice against her skin. "Breathe, Lilia," Sion murmured, his head bowed close to hers as if he were whispering a sweet nothing. "You look like you're heading to a firing squad rather than a gala."

Her eyes darted past Thiago, searching for safety—or perhaps someone she recognized. “Who are you?” Thiago demanded, his voice cold and authoritative. The woman hesitated, her lips trembling. “My name is Lila,” she said, barely audible over the storm. “Sebastian sent me, but I—I couldn’t do it. He’ll kill me if he finds out I’m here.” Helena’s gun was already in her hand, her finger hovering near the trigger. “Sent you to do what?” Lila recoiled at the accusation, her eyes filling with tears. “To deliver a message. To lead you into a trap. But I couldn’t go through with it. I swear, I’m telling the truth.”

He might not even be able to eat at the sight of her! As unsettling as Selena's words were, they were not without truth. Lilia was a princess of Dawnmere. Once he married her, he would have to maintain appearances for a time, so that everyone believed he treated her well. But how could he look at that face every day? It was enough to sicken him! Suddenly, Lilia began to cough. Without warning, it worsened, growing violent. Then, to Theodore's horror, something thick and crimson slid out of her nose as she coughed.

Thus, even a great fighter would have a difficult time taking down a dragon in shifted form regardless of the species. Leah began shifting back to her human form. Theo had to admit, she looked incredibly sexy in her form fitting green dress, her hair styled in a fancy twist with a green clip to hold it in place. The back of her dress was low cut and the bottom of her dress stopped just below her knees. She looked sexy, yet elegant at the same time.

"Scarlett." ******

She whispered, her eyes on the floor and on instinct, I used my right hand to tilt her face up. "What's your name?" Eyes wide open in alarm, she stuttered "Lilia." "And where is Dahlia?" "By the river." She muttered. Releasing her, I leaned to whisper in her ear "You're a Kriona, Lilia. Krionas are never afraid, you hear me?" Satisfied when she nodded eagerly, I let her lead the way. I, too, needed a word with the new head of the Kriona community. _________________________________________________________