Lily Black Cat Novels & Stories

Character Backstories Lily Carson Orphaned at five when her mother vanished into the woods under mysterious circumstances, Lily was raised by her aunt in a small town where whispers followed her like shadows. Her mother, believed to have succumbed to postpartum psychosis, had actually been part of the Original bloodline—wolves so ancient their power could unravel kingdoms. Lily grew up unaware of her true nature, keeping her head down as a maid at Greyhowl Manor, where she found comfort in routine and silence. Haunted by prophetic dreams and drawn inexplicably to the estate’s Alpha, Lily's quiet strength masked a storm waiting to awaken.

"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

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

But Lily— Her breathing, at least, began to even out. I crawled closer, swallowing hard as Mama wiped sweat from her forehead. Lily’s tiny chest rose and fell in shallow but steady waves now, instead of the frantic gasping from earlier. Her eyelashes fluttered, though she wasn’t fully awake. Her lips parted as if she was trying to say something. But that black mark… The one carved into her shoulder like a burn under the skin… It didn’t fade. It didn’t retreat. It didn’t even stop pulsing. A slow, deep throb.

Lily POV It had been five days since Lila returned from the Rite of Elderwood. I sat in the academy’s main dining hall with Julianna and Lyra, pushing food around my plate. The usual chatter filled the room, but my eyes kept drifting toward the entrance. “She’s been… different,” I said quietly. Julianna looked up. “Still no improvement?” Before I could answer, the doors opened. Lila walked in. She was dressed entirely in black — a sleek, high-collared outfit that made her look older and more imposing. Her posture was straighter, her steps confident and measured, almost regal. The usual warmth in her face was gone.

I said holding Lily's shoulder and she nodded. "Of course. I'll. You don't have to worry about him. I'm always there for him." Lily assured me and we both left for our workplace on Myra's bike. Lily belongs to the Black Moon pack ruled by a Lycan Alpha. As She has no wolf like mine she left her pack but her elder sister still belongs to that pack and she is a doctor. I placed my head on Myra's back and closed my eyes feeling the cold breeze against my skin.

She blinked fast in the dim light, her heart still pounding from passion, but now fear was starting to take over. Just as her eyes saw clearly, a dark shape slipped through the partly open door. Then another. And another. Three men, dressed in black, moved like shadows. They were fast, quiet, and very, very bad. Lily saw metal in their hands. Knives. Or guns. Her breath caught. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. She was stuck, like stone.