Novelas y relatos de Lilia Helstea

It was just that there was more than one ‘Lila’ in the world and the daffodil insignia was their emblem. The ‘Lila’ in Edo City merely had a similar stature and applied makeup to look like her, but that was all it took to fool him. The real Lila had never left Brookesville. She killed Dr. Jürgen and tampered with Westley’s pills. For the last twenty-odd years, she had been stalking Westley like a predator. Now, she went ahead and kidnapped both Yanni and Zoe. What in the world was she trying to achieve?

Insided the Blackthorn war room, Caldwell spread the files of the three female Lycans out on the table: Sybil Rhodes, Thalia Sutton, and Celeste Guzman. "These are Helia's inner circle. Sybil Rhodes is the highest-ranking and her right hand. Then there's Celeste Guzman—daughter of the Alpha of the Wasteland Riders; Pierce's mate is actually her aunt. Finally, Thalia Sutton; she's a commoner but graduated at the top of her class and handles the heavy lifting on policy. They've all been with Helia since the Late King Jason was in charge. On paper, they're as loyal as they come."

Chelsea had to bully her heart who was stubbornly insisting to make a run for it and turned around . Lilian was dressed in a simple white silk nighty , yet she looked as if she had descended down from the heaven after strolling around with Etah himself ,a soft silvery glow emanated around her . It wasn't surprising as Lilian's mana was light , the purest mana of all . Watching her walk down the stairs with slow , elegant steps , Chelsea came to a realisation . She wasn't repelled to Rogue's proposal only because he was responsible for her untimely death but also because she was discouraged by Lilian's beauty . Unlike her who looked like a seductress , Lilian was looking like an angel dressed

She almost knew what Selene was about to say, almost like a premonition, but even after hearing it, she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. “Selene.” Lillia’s voice was dangerously low. “What do you mean it happened to you?” “It means I was also haunted,” Selene’s body trembled as she spoke. “I am Selene Valcrest, daughter of a border Marquis whose lands sat between Wolfsbane and rogue territories. My family specialised in diplomacy and quiet treaties. When I turned fifteen, they hosted an unveiling.”

Brenna interrupted. "—and now you're saying you've got nothing?" Helena, who had come with a notebook entitled 'Names That Change the World', brandished it like a banner. "I've practiced for this. Top of the list are: Astrid, Cordelia, Juniper, Persephone— "She's not a Greek goddess," Brenna complained. "She could be," Helena replied. "Have you seen her eyelashes?" Lily ignored them both, never once taking her gaze from Vandaulf. "Seriously, love. This is your moment. What's her name?"

He could put on rags and still make it look like a clothing for the runway. Emilia was dressed in a purple summer dress that stop at the middle of her thighs paired with black flats to compliment. Her hair was let down today, dancing with the wind. Like Liam, she also had a pair of sunglass but hers was used as a band for her hair. “ Of course Lucia.” Emilia replied Lucia with a huge smile on her face. Liam was at the side talking to his father. It looked like they were having a serious conversation but Emilia decided not pry too much.

Hilda concluded her statement. "So, how did I not know all these while? I was so dumb and daft. I could have known better. treated you better…love you better…and…and" And before Lyla could finish her statement Hilda walked up to her and hugged her as she said against her neck "You've been the best Luna, Queen, friend, and whatever anyone could ever think of Lyla. And that is why the werewolf goddess has chosen me to help guide your path only if you will listen to me for now."

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

The sender was listed only as "Origin." Lila’s heart hammered as she clicked it. A photo blossomed across the high-resolution screen. It wasn't a vintage shot. It was a clear, recent digital photo of a woman sitting in a sun-drenched garden. She had the same sharp, aristocratic nose as Adrian and the same haunting, silver-gray eyes. It was Helena Sterling. The woman the world believed had died in a tragic accident twenty years ago. Below the photo was a single line of text: "My dearest son, the roses are blooming in the north garden. I saw the news of the wedding. Is she the one who will finally end this war? I am waiting for your visit."

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.