Lily Potter Oblivion Novels & Stories

Lily hoped she’d scurried off to safety somewhere. Lily watched the two rebel wolves in the backsplash mirror as they laid down their blinds. She clutched another glass of whiskey in her hand, her finger poised on the side to tap or circle the rim in a specific pattern accordingly. Rebel could see her hands reflected in the mirror edge from where she was positioned behind Solomon, and she had a straight view into the bloodthirsty casino owner’s hands. The two rebel wolves picked up their cards. Solomon’s first hand wasn’t impressive. Only a pair of twos. Lily tapped the result out on her glass.

Our lives had been dictated by VAR for a long time, and it was getting overwhelming. Just then, Lily appeared from the corner of the basement wearing an oversized shirt that stopped right above her knees. Her dark circles were darker than before and she let out a yawn. “I finally beat that level, so I can talk now,” she slurred, stepping into the light. Lily had joined later than every other person here. The only thing I knew based on my assessment with Serena was that she had a sister who was ill. And she, Lily had so much potential. “My sister was ill, but they killed her. That alone is enough revenge,” she muttered, then turned to face me.

One unread message waits on the screen, from Leon. 'Come to the den, food’s ready.'

The woman showed a small plant with sharp green leaves and long purple flowers. While the other students were frowning, again, Lyla raised her hand. "Lamia Divinerum. Its benefits are for detoxification. It expels black energy caused by witchcraft through the liquid that comes out of your mouth, or in other word, vomitting," explained Lyla, making the whole class stare at her. "The explanation is in the Witch Potions book volume 13. Why are you looking at me like that?" asked Lyla while raising both hands and meeting everyone's gaze.

Lily A howl shattered the clearing. It tore apart the chants, reverberating through each of the elements swirling through the darkness. The blade froze a hair’s breadth above Lily’s chest. She let out a ragged breath, though her eyes remained fixed on the glint of the blade. It shimmered in the moonlight, trembling in Peverton’s shaky grip. “Potentia grym,” he muttered, shaking his head. Then, again, louder, he said: “Potentia grym!” and raised the blade anew.

The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second. “Every time I think I have seen his limits, he shows me that he has more cards hidden,” Lily had a complex look on her face as she watched the flames slowly receded from Mane’s body and disappear into the atmosphere. Now she wasn’t so repulsed by the death around her. “We should go,” Mane smiled at her and hopped onto Roxanne. Lily smiled and jumped onto her horse too. Slowly, both of them made their way deeper into Dark Valley, seeking the treasure called Revival Grass.

Lily’s heart pounded. Show me what you can become. The seam widened another fraction. Snow lifted from the valley floor. Gravity trembled. Aeron shouted, “Lily, close the lattice!” But she hesitated. Because she felt something else in that presence. Not hunger. Potential. And potential had always been her weakness. Lucifer’s voice cracked for the first time. “Daughter.” The sky split another inch. Not fully open. But enough that darkness spilled like ink into the clouds. And from within it—

Lily's POV. I hear voices and try to push them away. I bury my head into a cushion and get irritated when I feel hot. I kick away the sheets and feel cool air against my thighs and back. As I hear the voice getting closer, I sit up startled when I realise someone is in my apartment. I open my eyes and rub them when I see that my apartment is totally changed. My bedroom is of lime green and white color but this room has dark navy blue and grey bedroom with velvet walls behind the bed.

said Lily in confident tone. “I rejected her already!” said Mateo coldly to avoid further investigation from the curious cats. “You have to! You are too pure for such sl*t” Topaz replied with an eye roll. “I agree. Mateo is too good for someone like her” added Elena in a plain tone. “I predicted it. I am a shaman Lily. The spirits told me!” said Lily pretending to talk to invisible spirits around her. “No hell” said Nick shaking his head in denial. “Maybe I am a clairvoyant! I see future. I saw them having a fight and Mateo rejecting after that!” Lily replied keeping her forefinger and middle finger pressed on her temples on the each side of her head.

My eyes settle on her, realizing it is the Lycan’s wife, Tanya… Seeing she is unconscious, I waste little time, hauling up her limp, cold and wet body into my arms before Dylan and I make our way back home, to get her to safety. _______________________ Lily’s POV I’m in my private quarters, away from all the palaces on goings. The closed door offers me a sense of focus that I need to curate the potion of my desires. I’m meticulous with each ingredient, careful and methodical with my approach. Three drops of one thing, a gentle knife scrape of another, a cautious turn of the knob of my filtering device that trickles tiny droplets into my brewing masterpiece.