Lily Black Cat Novels & Stories

"And who's this? I told you not to bring strays around here." I felt something primal and dangerous unfurl in my chest as I watched Lily shrink under the man's verbal assault. Every instinct in my body was screaming at me to eliminate the threat, to show this pathetic excuse for a human what happened when someone hurt what belonged to me. "I'm Mickey Blackwood," I said, my voice carrying more authority than most sixteen-year-olds possessed. "I walked Lily home because she was carrying heavy books." "Blackwood?" Davidson's eyes narrowed with recognition and something that might have been calculation. "As in the family that runs half this county? Well, well. Lily, you didn't mention you were m

Cho Yang shouted her name. "Dad, I think I have to go. Will talk to you later. Take care," saying this Lily hung up the call. She walked towards the van when she heard strange voices among the noise. She turned around and found nothing. As she stepped ahead, she again heard the strange voices. "What are these voices? Who is talking this way?," murmured Lily and closed her eyes. She then followed the direction from where voices were coming. She found some people who were all dressed up in the black clothes and hats on their heads.

Orphans waiting for a new home. “I’m looking for Lily Anderson,” I told the receptionist. “Oh, Lily’s over in the gym,” she said, pointing down the hall. “She’s teaching the pups some exercises.” I walked down the corridor, my footsteps echoing in the empty space. And then I saw her. Lily was sitting among a group of werewolf pups, working on a puzzle with them. She was in her early twenties, with soft, curly brown hair and warm green eyes. And most importantly, she carried that scent I would never forget.

On the night she returned from the cemetery, Lily sat in her studio, staring at the moon. She had just spoken to her mother's grave—about how she would remember the sins of them all. But fate, it seemed, would not allow her to remain a mere observer. "Don't kill me! Please!" The cry of a small child cut through the estate's nightly silence. Lily put down her brush and looked from her studio window down into the courtyard. Two black-robed elders were dragging a little girl, who looked no older than six, toward the execution block.

Lily's pov. Creed steps away; breathing deeply before I hear bones cracking, reforming, and taking shape of his dragon. Black smoke curls around him before he stands there in all of Hunter's glory, his beautiful black dragon. Razor sharp, clawed wings. He gives a big playful roar before nudging me with his big dragon head. ‘Get on our mate, now, Lily.’ Sapphire whispers in my mind. I take a deep breath, roll my shoulders telling myself “I can do this.”

There were cats curled up in hammocks, turtles in glass tanks, and my heart stopped a litter of puppies in a playpen by the window. I walked toward them slowly, heart already full. One of them golden, floppy eared, with soft eyes and a gentle tail wag pressed her little paws to the glass when he saw me. A card above her read: lily . 13weeks. Parents died in an accident. Looking for a new best friend. I knelt down. “Hi, Lily.” Dean stood behind me quietly, watching. “she's perfect,” I whispered. Dean didn’t say anything. Just nodded once and went to find a staff member.

"So alike," she agreed, smiling down at the baby. "She has the Blackwood bearing already." It was true. Beyond just resembling Alexander, little Lily had an indefinable quality that echoed Richard Blackwood's aristocratic features as well—the set of her jaw, the distinctive arch of her brows. She was unmistakably a Blackwood, despite bearing the Winters name. After everyone had sufficiently admired the pup, Richard's mate gently returned her to Aurora's arms. "Pack Lawyer Silas Thorne is waiting inside," she explained, her expression growing more serious. "He has something major to announce, and no doubt Alexander has made arrangements for you and the pups."

Lily found her strength wasn’t in firearms or anything that required aiming, as Karya so happily pointed out. She was much better at hand to hand, but after several tips, lectures, and scolding, Lily could now, at least, hit her target. Once it was fully dark, she returned to her room for another shower and a fresh change of clothes. She wore a tight black t-shirt and another pair of black leggings and a pair of boots. She had the weapons Jessie had given her strapped on her legs and waist.

A strange look passed over Lily's delicate features, I couldn't quite read her expression before it smoothed out into a friendly smile. "Well, whatever the reason, I'm glad he did it. Aunt Cate can be..." She trailed off, seemingly searching for the right word before settling on, "Overbearing at times about pack traditions and everything else really, she’s like a pretty looking demon,” Lily shuddered dramatically. A brief silence fell between us as Cole toddled over, towing one of Lily's long braids in his tiny fist. She laughed and scooped him up, hugging him tight. “I guess you don’t have to attend breakfast if you don’t want to,” Lily finally answered my question with a shrug.

Afterward, the officer studied her identification and expressed, “An exciting job you got here, Sergeant: a part-time National Guard and a full-time private military contractor for Black Hawk. Any openings for Black Hawk?” “You are free to apply anytime, Detective,” Lily said casually. “I probably will do that, Sergeant. I always thought all members of Black Hawk were cool,” the detective said with a laugh. “We are all good here. You may go, but we will be in touch.” “I’m not hard to find, Detective,” Lily responded. Just as Lily went past the police officer, she realized that she did not have a car or a bike for that matter! She had wrecked the police motorcycle when she had let it crash ag