Liliana Hearts Pack Novels & Stories

Tears glistened in her eyes, despite the pleading smile on her face, and that now all-too familiar pain cracked a canyon in my heart. Lilliana thinks that there are only two ways out; death or destruction alongside Cassius. “And....” she paused, biting down on her lower lip, “I miss Chaos.” That’s all it took for the asshole to burst out from my body, manifesting into his human form. “Fuck, I missed you too, kitten,” he whimpered, wrapping his arms around her upper body and tilting her back for a dominating kiss. I want to be jealous. Old me would be jealous. But I don’t have the right.

A little girl came walking toward us and she was surprised to see that she was aiming for me when she hit me with her stick. Ariadne raises her eyes brow giving her a hard stare. "You don't remember me, Alpha Henry's mate," Liliana muttered. Her sense of discovering scents was special, maybe because she was born blind. On days I would go for my special investigations I usually carry her along, we were the under-covered squad, and I've enjoyed Liliana's company she's been jealous of my relationships but her bond with Ariadne is one I can't quite a pace in.

But every time Lilia talks, I feel terrible. "Lilia, don't beat around the bush. What do you mean? What do you want huh? "I snapped, getting annoyed. Lilia stood staring fixedly at me. "You are special. I don't understand why you have to join Noah's Pack, ah maybe because you're Noah's mate. but Grisella, it's your presence that makes things all the more interesting. However, the war could not be avoided. How about giving advice to you" Lilia smiled slyly

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

I let out a growl as I finally woke up. Two days ago, I received a call from Milek. He explained that Kynessie had mated and King Tiernan had marked her. That fucking bastard marked what was suspossed to be mine. He also told me that a ceremony had been had to induct her into the pack, doubling as her Luna ceremony. I was pissed when he told me that. What he told me next sent me over the edge. He had figured out who and where her heart was being kept. I told him to get it, but he refused. I told him I would increase the amount to get her heart, but he refused. I damn near fainted when he told me where and who probably had her heart. I understood why he didn’t want to continue the

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.

She shifted uncomfortably, the bruises on her ribs making even small movements a test of endurance. She leaned forward, fingers steady as she inserted the flash drive into the laptop. The drive’s label—*Romano*—flashed across the screen, a cold reminder of the name she’d spent years chasing, a name that had become the bedrock of her vengeance. A name that was, even now, still a mystery.

Sienna's POV I sat on the bed, hugging my knees to my chest, scrolling aimlessly through the endless stream of hateful comments online. The words blurred together—"gold digger," "fraud," "washed-up actress." Each one felt like a dagger, sharp and precise, aimed straight at the fragile parts of me I’d been trying so hard to keep together. The tears came without warning, hot and relentless. I wiped at my face angrily, frustrated with myself for letting them get to me. I wasn’t supposed to care, but how could I not?

The glass doors of the Langford Hotel opened with a hush, releasing the faint scent of polished marble and lilies into the evening air. Cass stepped inside, heels clicking too sharply in the vast lobby. She smoothed her silk dress—soft, fluid, her unspoken armor for the night.

Alaric stood center stage, Seraphina glowing with smug triumph at his side. “I won’t waste time,” Alaric declared. “The Nightshade Pack needs a Luna of strength. A she‐wolf who brings value. And that she-wolf… is Seraphina Langley.” Seraphina beamed. “Step aside, Seara. You were never meant to stand beside Alpha Alaric. That place was always mine.” Then Seraphina pressed her lips to Alaric’s in a claiming kiss that silenced the hall. Seara felt the last shard of her heart splinter, but she swallowed the pain like glass.