Lily Blues Novels & Stories

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

“And she would be so proud of the little girl you’re becoming. Strong and kind. The kind of person who notices when mummy cries at night.” Lily pulled back just enough to study my face. Her eyes, the exact same shade of blue, bluer each second, like Sebastian’s when he stared deeply into my soul. And for a second I thought she could see right through the whole story I built around us. No Sebastian and the pack, his scary mum and no moon that decides our fate. Just me, Lily, and this small house I had filled with plants and secondhand books to keep the silence out. “Does daddy miss us too?” she asked, so quiet I almost missed it.

I swallowed every defense. My parents. My brother. My fiancé. All stood by Lily. All wanted me to take her punishment. As Liam said: a mixed-blood descendant should pay for Lily’s sins. But was I not wronged? I had done nothing—yet overnight, the ones who “loved” me showed their claws. How could I not be? The carriage was warm. On the side table sat a bouquet of tulips. I recognized them immediately. Lily’s favorite. They couldn’t survive Silver Ridge’s winters without careful care.

she tells Valentina, dropping her bag in the guest room of the Gràcia apartment — Ethan's guest room, now also Lily's guest room by extension — "and I have a list." "Of course you do," Valentina says. "Eleven items. Organized by neighborhood with walking routes between each stop and estimated times." "You and your brother," Valentina says. "He learned it from me," Lily says, with the certainty of someone who has told this story before and believes it completely. "I was making lists before he could read." Ethan, from the kitchen: "That is factually inaccurate." "It is emotionally accurate," Lily says, "which is more important."

“God Lily. You don’t want to tell me?!” grumbled Riri, entering disappointment made Lily sigh low wanting to give up, ducked down to untie her clothes and showed her stomach to Riri... Riri then shook her head in disbelief with the seams so thick and red on the pale white skin on Lily’s body

A smile graced her lips at the sudden memory of Mark offering to teach her to swim. Lily was wearing a plaid pattern dress in shades blue and white that fell just above her knees; underneath it was a white t-shirt. Luckily for Lily, she wore black tights beneath the dress and singlet, so she didn’t have to get her clothes wet again to raise suspicion with her parents. It seemed like she came prepared. She crouched to take off her Converse sneakers and white stockings, then stood back up. Her fingers made their way to the material strap over her shoulder, and she was about to pull it down but froze when she felt a presence behind her.

The last thing he'd do is leave his kids for the streets and their mothers abandoned to care for them alone. "Fuck," Blaze cursed, pushing back from the laptop. It's the sixth time of aimlessly scrolling down the page and only getting a few lines in. Why was he so distressed? "Is there something wrong?" A small voice asked from the direction of the door. He turned to see Lily standing there. She had her hands folded in front of her, signs of her pregnancy not showing yet. He wondered when it would start to show. Well, then, at least Axel would stop teasing him about not getting her pregnant yet.

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

Lily Apollo dropped the rope clinging to Eryne’s neck. She remained where she was, not even lifting a trembling hand to draw the coarse knots away from the open wound it had rubbed open. Blood seeped into it, staining it dark red. His eyes are evil, Lily thought as he stepped towards her, her heart tying itself in knots and fear sitting heavy on her chest. Blue eyes could be beautiful, but his were alight with the cold fire of lightning and the hard bite of steel. For some reason that was all she could think as she leapt out into the open, her hands curling into half-formed, useless fists. She couldn’t fight him.

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre