Lily Potter Oblivion Novels & Stories

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

It reached out a hand that was not a hand, and the memory began to fade, the colours leaching away to grey. "No!" Liora cried. She didn't think. She just acted. She threw her own memory at it, the memory of Lyra, the little girl, laughing in the rain. The simple, pure joy of it. The silver light of her memory collided with Oblivion's nothingness. There was a silent shockwave. The dying man's memory stabilised, its colours returning. The Oblivion recoiled, not in pain, but in distaste. You insist on bringing the noise, it said. You are a child scribbling in the margins of a book that is being erased. A pointless effort.

His cheeks were rosy and his eyes so bright. “What the fuck man?!” I screamed, looking at Lily who was right there in my living room, in flesh and blood. “She had the doctors tell that to us.” Gray explained, giving some surface level explanation. “Thanatol.” Lily said, smiling so beautifully. “I OD’d on Thanatol. It causes no permanent harm, but mimics death.” Lily managed to explain from the choke hold Emma had her in. “Why would you do that?” Emma said, crying happy tears. “We held a memorial for you already!”

"You can't fly away. We're hundreds of feet underwater. While you were in the maze, I kept you distracted as I sank the whole island. You thought that night was approaching; instead, it was the ocean swallowing us up. The world above may be a reflection of my soul, but down here, she rules supreme." "Bastard." Lily felt her anger rise, but it rapidly diminished as the whole world around them swirled. Tiny bubbles floated toward them, each one carrying the sweet smell of flowers and fresh rain. With each one that popped, Lily felt her pussy tighten, the nymph's magic driving her over the edge. "He is protected. Even here." Naia waved her hand, summoning large tendrils of water from the edges

Atleast, until the ritual was completed and nothing else was standing in the way. Lily was brewing some herbs in a black medium pot. I was sitted on a thatched chair that was made from bamboo. It seemed to be a new addition, because it hadn't been here the last time I came. As I watched Lily stir the liquid, I wondered why she refused to rejoin civilization. She lived in a haven deep within the forest, isolated from civilization and humans. Perhaps it had something to do with her devotion to her practice of witch craft. “Lyra's in a coma.” I blurted out. “In case you hadn't heard.” I added, watching her expression closely. She didn't seem to flinch as continued to stir at her mixture.

He turned, giving a signal. The warlocks muttered an incantation, and before she could move, a powerful force slammed into Lily’s chest, knocking her backward. Her vision blurred, her body hitting the stone wall hard. The last thing she heard was Callum shouting her name. Then...... Nothing. --- When Lily awoke again, she was no longer in the dungeon. She was… somewhere else. The air was warm. The sky was gold and lavender. Moonflowers bloomed around her in a sea of silver. And before her stood a woman cloaked in shimmering light.

“I’ll heal her. But she’ll be weak for a while.” “Good enough,” Kaid said firmly. “At least she’s alive.” Lily didn’t look up. Instead, she reached into her satchel and pulled out two small vials filled with glowing blue liquid. She shoved them into Kaid’s and my hands. “What is this?” Kaid asked, suspicious. “My own concoction,” Lily said briskly. “Distilled from the waters of Eir's Stream, infused with witchcraft.” I sniffed mine and gagged. “Smells like death.”

"You are as psychotic as Gabriella, and I’m not taking the fall for either of you." Lily shook her head. Obviously, the spell had left her as thick as a stump. She didn’t have a clue what he was yammering about. Nothing worked. She tried to remember but nothing. There was nothing in her dark mind. It was like being covered in a dark mist. Just empty. I'm going to kill you, Livia. That I promised. She thought to herself. And in truth, she didn’t really care if the bitch was powerful.

Maybe the guy had mistaken her as someone, probably from the other room. She let herself relax and let Hypnos' straddle her into oblivion. Clayton is stunned when he met her eye to eye as soon as he entered her room in Doctor Jones' clinic. Her eyes looked sleepy when he saw them but he is sure as hell that she saw him. Her blue orbs looked as if she's trying to recognize him. His heart leaped for a few seconds worried that she might remember him as the guy who maniacally lapped her bloody throat.

"I just found that bottle in the trash. Testing showed that it contained a deadly poison. Just one sip would kill someone within an hour by melting their organs! Rebecca, how could you be so vicious?" But as soon as Nora finished speaking, a cry of surprise came from the crowd. On the big screen, after pouring the poisoned liquid into the wine, I murmured. "Will it really turn sweet? He probably won't notice if I sneak one sip, right?" The next second, I actually lifted the glass and took a sip. At the same time, my vision suddenly went black as I collapsed to the floor with a thud. My family rushed over, crying out. "Rebecca!"