Lillian Of Turin Novels & Stories

Chapter 33 LILLIAN WAS THE new queen’s sister, she had special privileges. She was given a personal royal unicorn named Bessy, an intelligent flying beast. Rudolf and Bessy bonded all at once. Bessy was a she. Lillian was also given a master suite in the royal dominion and a personal aid, a Succubino girl who seemed to be no older than her. The Succubino girl’s name was Mahali and she was the younger sister of Orea.

Chains were binding their legs, glaring at Lillian with wistful eyes. Lillian swallowed saliva realizing that maybe she was the only human in this place. If the people are ugly and harsh, what about their King? The troll continued carrying Lillian until they stopped in front of a large door with a horse headdress as a knob, he pushed open the door and threw Lillian roughly inside. When the Troll closed the door, the rattan wrapped around Lillian's body softened again, releasing on its own. Lillian immediately kicked the rope away, also releasing the apple out of her mouth with great difficulty. After that, the girl looked around tremblingly, there was no one but herself in that large room.

Something told me I wouldn’t like what she was about to say. Ziani turned to me with a knowing smirk. “Aurora, your mother, Lillian, was the daughter of our leader. She gave up her powers the moment she became pregnant with you.” My heart stopped. “What?” Ziani shrugged. “That’s not possible,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Lillian was human.”

She stepped closer, looking down on me and it wouldn’t be remiss to say that Lillian would be perfect if she was one of the guys’ mate. She was pretty, with long brown hair and defined features, make-up highlighting her pretty blue eyes. She was acting as a guard, meaning she was powerful and being called upon personally meant she had Alpha Sined’s trust, not to mention her history with the three brothers and probably some training to handle internal affairs. Lillian was everything I wasn’t.

Lia said pointing at Tala. "And she still breathes?" Lillith asked bringing her red eyes over Tala. "Wait!" "He wants to marry her..." Lia said first. Lilith blinked "Marry!?" "Yes, he placed the ring of Luna on her finger, he used that to propose" Tala saw Lilith was angry "This is a problem" "Why?" "I was to marry him..." Lia and Tala were shocked "You? Who are you then?" "I am Lillian Lilith Velvitali, the queen of Svalbard"

"Look at yourself. You really think you have a shot?" He flicked his hand toward the she-wolf at Theodore's side. His voice turned reverent. "This is Lillian Lorraine. Only daughter of the Black Iron Pack's Alpha. And she's the Alpha's..." He paused. "Fated mate. The future Luna of Crimson Flame Pack." I blinked. My eyes followed his hand to Lillian. She wore a flowing white dress. Long, straight dark hair. A princess stepped out of a fairy tale. Beautiful. Not like me. Filthy, in rags.

Lillian's heart twisted with envy as her eyes fell on the toddler, once again struck by the remarkable resemblance she bore to Leonardo. A DNA test didn't even need to be carried out first before anyone knew she was his child. The little one mirrored him so closely that it caused a sharp pang in Lillian's chest.

With that, I opened the door, and Luca stood beside it. He turned to face me the moment he sensed my presence. I was about to greet him when he quickly bowed and apologized. “Huh?" "I apologize, lady! I had no idea you were inside! I swear I didn't see anything!" He said, his gaze fixed on the ground. "I know it's a lie, but it's all right. I'll get over it," I said, causing Luca to raise his head. "Mr. Etienne has had many women courting him for a long time; women of great power and influence. Despite this, he is unfazed by them. That's why it's so intriguing that you were able to persuade him. I was beginning to wonder what he was thinking."

he managed to stutter. “Was” I replied, gritting my teeth my eyes falling, “she’s been cloaked with dark magic, Stephania, the Lycan prince, all their scents were there.” “Legion survived,” Ena echoed. “And he has my niece?!” Lillian barded in before pausing as she looked at me, “ dang it, someone get this boy a damn shirt,” she huffed, walking away in frustration as she paced the length of the room. “On it,” Edwin grunted, moving out of view.

It was there and there was nothing that you could do about it. She becomes aware of a faint glow on the floor around her chair. It seems to brighten as the chanting becomes louder. She looks around at the shape of the glow and realises that she is sitting in the centre of a pentagram. That would make sense if she were part of some satanic ceremony.