Lily Bitten Novels & Stories

She had been taught in high-school about werewolf marking, a mate usually bites their other mate's neck. The twins, possessive as ever of their precious little brown-eyed girl with thick dark hair, had devised their own way to claim her as theirs and theirs alone. Lily, feeling a mixture of shyness and anticipation, trembled in Ryan's grasp. Dylan's voice, soft and reassuring, tickled her ear, sending a thrill down her spine. "You'll feel a slight sting, but then it'll all be better," Dylan whispered. Lily bit her lip, unsure of what to make of it all, but nodded in agreement nonetheless. Before she could gather her thoughts, she felt them caging her.

At the bottom of the pit was a layer of raw silver ore. "Ah! Lena, I'm sorry! I won't steal your brother and your mate anymore! Please don't hurt me!" Lily cried out dramatically, loud enough for everyone to hear. George and Frendo rushed toward us, pulling us out of the pit. When they got us out, they looked furious. Lily's arms and face were covered in scrapes, bleeding heavily and staining her white dress red. As for me, who had cushioned her fall, my left foot, crushed under both of our weight, had been twisted brutally against the silver ore.

The gentleness and ease from moments before vanished instantly. "Why are you here again?" Liam strode forward, grabbed Lily by the wrist, and dragged her in front of me without mercy before lifting his foot and kicking her hard. Caught completely off guard, Lily crashed to her knees. Her knees struck the stone floor with a dull thud. Pain drained the color from her face, yet she didn't even dare cry out. In the next instant, as if grasping at her last lifeline, she suddenly lifted her head and lunged toward a patrolling werewolf nearby.

Then he caught her. A heavy weight slammed into her, knocking her sideways. Teeth tore through her sleeve, raking along her arm. Pain flared in blinding white-hot bursts. She screamed, a sound lost in the vast forest, twisting and screaming into the night. Louise fought, kicking, clawing, trying to push him back, but the beast was too strong. She felt skin tear, blood warm against her cheek, dripping into her mouth. She tried to roll, to run, to escape—but another strike sent her sprawling onto the forest floor.

Lily “My name is Lily. It’s actually Liliana, but everyone calls me Lily,” I quickly explain. “That’s a lovely name,” Liam says with a smile. I don’t know why, but I don’t feel like Liam is flirting with me. I can tell when a man is interested in me; I’ve felt it millions of times at work. Even though this man is being very kind to me, I don’t think his intentions are “romantic.” He’s trying to get close to me for some other reason, not because he likes me…

Almost. ******** That night I was plagued by visions of lifeless, brown eyes, staring at me, filled with accusation. It didn’t matter how many times Max and Jonas told me it wasn’t my fault, in my heart, I knew it was. The girl, Ginny, must have been so scared, terrified. I knew that kind of fear. They said that she’d been tortured and bitten. What neither of them could ever truly understand, being born wolves, was that the bite itself, was torture; pure, unadulterated pain.

I whispered. But he kissed my head, and I could hear his smile when he muttered, "Sure." Still, his hands remained on my deformed skin. "What's this scar?" I stared into space when a sense of darkness washed over me, feeling trapped and nauseous. I wanted him to skip it over and not ask, but I guess I had none of that. "Lily?" "It was an accident," I muttered. "I slipped and fell." He retraced it, "You slipped and fell on a knife?"

He stated as he rubbed his neck. Jayce growled impatiently when another squirrel jumped on his arm, but before he could react, Lily grabbed the creature in her own claws and squeezed it tight in her grip. It shrieked while ichor streamed from its open wounds and empty eye sockets. She dropped it to the ground and slammed her foot on it for good measure. "We don't have time for that." Lily told them. "Willow, what about your Magic?"

"The doctor is helping." Lily looked at Riya. "Hi Riya." Riya forced a smile. "Hi, Lily. You scared us." Lily nodded. "I saw it. In my dream." Ethan froze. "What did you see?" "The red Moon." Lily whispered. "And the tower. In London. And the kids in the water. And you. You were hurt." Ethan and Riya looked at each other. "You saw London?" Riya asked carefully. Lily nodded. "And I heard them. The bad people. They were singing."

I shrieked, my voice cracking, raw with terror. He saw us. His face twisted with rage as he lunged forward. “Let us pass!” Lily shouted, planting herself in front of me. He ignored her, trying to push past her to grab me. My legs screamed in protest, but I fought to stay still and escape. Lily’s hands shot up, and I saw her bite him—hard. Blood pooled on his cheek. Rick roared in fury and hit her hard. She crumpled to the ground. I froze, my chest tightening, and then she fainted, limp in front of me.