Lily's Crossing Novels & Stories

_You said you’d leave us alone. But she didn’t have time for hatred. Lily moved before anyone else could. She bowed her tail and lowered herself to the stone, hard enough that the impact echoed. Water fountained around her. She pressed her forehead to the ground and spread her arms wide, like her body alone could cover her daughter behind her.

Lily turns, addressing our warriors. “We ride to Eventide!” She says, drawing her sword and racing over the tree bridge before leaping off on the other side and continuing her punishing pace. I don’t hesitate, I’m only a couple of steps behind her as I race to keep up with Lucero. The trolls begin lumbering beside us, their heavy footsteps making the ground shake as we go. When we get to Eventide, I can see that Lorelai has taken a stand. I don’t know how Lily knew that she would be here, but she is and somehow, she also seems to realize that it's time for the final battle.

Lily’s mind raced with fear and anticipation, her body trembling with a heady mix of desire and apprehension. As Lucian and Dominic approached the St. Andrew’s Cross, Lily’s pulse quickened with each step. The anticipation of what was to come sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, mingling with the fear that coiled in the pit of her stomach. They moved with a practiced efficiency, tying her wrists and ankles to the cross in a way that left her body arched and exposed. The rough wood dug into her flesh, adding to the growing ache in her muscles as she struggled against her bonds.

“The magical wards placed around the Veil’s Crossing—spells laid by our oldest ancestors—are going dark. I’ve checked them myself. There’s nothing left. It’s as if something’s swallowing the energy.” That caused a murmur. I leaned forward. “And what about the southern coast? Any signs there?” “Only silence,” replied Rowan, one of the scouts. “Too silent.” Lily stepped forward then, hesitant. Her hands were clasped tightly, knuckles pale. “I had a dream,” she said, voice shaking slightly. “A woman with eyes like smoke and hair like ash. She stood beneath a bleeding moon… and behind her, the dead walked.” No one laughed. Not anymore.

They didn’t stop moving until the gunshots disappeared behind the mountains. Even then, Rowan kept pushing the group deeper through the forest while fog drifted thick between the trees and rain soaked steadily through their clothes. Nobody talked much. The sounds from the creek crossing still clung heavily to the surrounding silence. Especially the screaming. Lily finally stumbled hard over a root hidden beneath wet leaves and nearly fell face-first into the mud before Evelyn caught her. “I’m okay,” Lily said quickly. Too quickly, like she was trying not to become a problem.

"She was nice, but I didn't like the airplane. It was too loud." Brett kneels down to Lily's level, his eyes suspiciously bright. "Are you okay, sweetheart? Did anyone hurt you?" Lily shakes her head. "Miss Cross told me stories and gave me coloring books. But she seemed sad. She kept looking at pictures on her phone and crying." "Pictures?" I ask gently. "A lady who looked like her," Lily explains. "And a man in a suit. Miss Cross said they were her family, but they went away."

Those men are going to come back again and they will certainly kill her No, she can't die yet Lily made an attempt to stand up but her trembling legs won't let her stand on her feet and she fell back to the floor She tried to crawl her way out but that wasn't much of a success either as even her hands were trembling and she was barely able to move them She tried to stand up again and she fell face flat on the floor, and then she started to cry again "So pathetic" she heard Leonardo's voice and she looked up "You came back" she said and Leonardo bent down and lifted Lily up "You are lucky you bear a name I cannot ignore" Leonardo said as he carried Lily up from the floor and walked out with L

He saw Lily going out and followed her. Lily decided to go home. She was crossing the road to hail a taxi but was so lost in her thoughts she didn't hear the vehicle honking at her. Derrick called out to her but she didn't hear. Bang! Lily only saw a bright light and darkness covered her vision.

Today, he felt good, his legs pumping steadily over the dirt trail lined with tall trees and thick bushes. Not far behind on a crossing path, Lily ran at her own pace. She was twenty-three, with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail that bounced with each step. Her sports bra and shorts hugged her curves, and she loved the freedom of running outdoors. The air smelled fresh, like pine and earth, and she breathed it in deeply. Their paths met at a fork where the trails intertwined. Chris glanced over and saw her approaching. She looked up too, their eyes locking for a second. He slowed to a walk, and she did the same, both of them catching their breath.

I looked up. Lily was heading to a location on the far side of the river from me. We were both on the outer edges of the bridge but with Lily on the west side and me on the east, with the central span stretching between us. The distance was maybe fifteen meters. Close enough to see each other clearly. Far enough apart that no one could cross to the other woman in time to do anything about what was about to happen. But Lily wasn't standing on a platform. She was suspended.