Lilia Vanrouge Fanart Novels & Stories

At the center of the room stood two figures: Ronan, his broad shoulders hunched in focus, and… Lila. Except… not quite Lila. Not the painted, sultry mask she wore in public. Here, her hair was unbound, spilling over her shoulders, her features sharpened by the glow of ritual flame. She looked like Brielle. And yet not. And yet… exactly. A shallow metal basin sat between them, filled with water so black it reflected nothing. Ronan’s hands hovered over it, his lips moving in low, urgent incantations. Lila circled him slowly, sprinkling a powder from a bone-carved vial.

Robert said and Archie turned around to give me a soft smile before looking back at his dad as we went up the stairs. The upstairs was covered with dark hardwood and the huge wall that you faced when walking up the stairs was covered in a freshly painted version of The Starry Night by Van Gogh. I noticed Lila's name signed in the bottom right corner and my mouth dropped open. "Lila drew that?" I ask, walking up to it to run my fingers over it to feel the dried paint that looked beautiful and just like the painting with a few colour problems, but it was still magnificent. "Yeah, about a year ago. She got bored one time when the pack was on

“Goodness me! Lili, chill! I’m freaking out over here too.” “Chill? CHILL?!” Lilian screeched. “My best friend is a global superstar, and you want me to chill? Nah, babe, we’re riding this wave. Kourt Nation is out here fighting for you. Did you see the fan art? Someone drew you as an actual queen with a crown and everything! I’m deceased!” “It’s wild, I know, but… what if it gets too much for me to handle? Lilian snorted. “Kourt, I don’t care. All I know is, you were born for this. I’m booking you a photo shoot session at Teddy’s studio asap.”

she thought. She looked at Thalia, who didn't break apart from her mate, and it tore her inside. As soon as Thalia separated from her mate, Lydia smelled it. She recognized the fragrance of bluebells and snow saints—it was coming from Thalia. She sniffed at herself, not wanting anyone to see her. She smelled of honeysuckle, which was Thalia's scent. “She is wearing our scent,” Circe said. “I don't know how, but it…”

The technician said, his voice cautious. "The Luna's search history and some deleted messages..." "Give it all to me!" Adrian snatched the device. The screen displayed Camilla's browsing history from the last few days. An appointment page for the pack hospital's maternity ward and contact information for private clinics. And a deleted text draft: 'Adrian, I have a surprise for you...' The message was never sent, left forgotten in the drafts folder. But the next search entry made Adrian's blood run cold: 'Werewolf pregnancy termination procedure'

“The soon-to-be bride of the Great Alpha Lucian?” “Bride?” I muttered, but before I could say more, the older woman stepped closer. “I’m Lirien, darling. The best makeup artist in the whole of Velmora City,” she announced proudly, flipping her curly red hair over her shoulder. “And this is my assistant, Yari.” “Pleasure,” Yari murmured with a tiny curtsy. Then one of the maids returned to usher them forward, prompting Lirien to raise a brow.

You're the best mate anyone could ever ask for, and I'm glad that I have you," Loki whispered quietly. Arianna turned to Freya, who furthered, "Besides that, the real Lila has a birthmark on her right shoulder," Freya said and moved to where Lyra was still crouching on the floor and forcefully ripped the right sleeve of her dress, quickly exposing the milk-coloured skin that was clear as day.

"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh, I've had it up to here!" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I pai

Everyone else on stage, however, looked furious, likely seeing Georgie as the main competition now for having pulled this stunt. I wondered if Georgie might have pulled something like this anyway, even if I hadn’t been in need of her dress. It seemed likely, though that did nothing to diminish my gratitude. She still hadn’t needed to come to my rescue like she did. As I glanced around, taking in my competitors expressions, I noticed Lilia seemed to be holding something in her hand, hidden in the folds of her big skirt. The music changed, and it was time for us to start our routine. As we shifted, I saw that what Lilia was holding was a small can of red paint.

Lila had to ask, letting herself relax for the first time that day, stretching out her arms and rolling her shoulders back as she looked up at the sky. “If you’re going to spray, wear goggles, gloves, and a mask,” Mr Smithson advised in lieu of giving an actual answer to Lila’s question. “Spray it is then. I’m thinking about maybe some kind of mural or a lambanana, like the ones I saw on that trip to Liverpool, or maybe something more fairy tale like to fit the rest of this garden. All I’ve worked out is that I want it to be a darker colour,” Lila went on to explain, hopping behind the doctor with steps that didn’t make much sense, but felt right to her.