Livia Cardew นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Saying nothing, we teleported into the ring, next to Lilith's body. "You summoned us," Stefan spoke, I said nothing, I stared down at my mate's lifeless body, Oh Lilith... My sweet girl, "Don't you have respect for your queen, you shall bow in my presence," "Eve," I finally spoke, "Lucifer is forever king... You are no queen, not the queen of hell... Not my queen," "Very well," she smirked, "See what happened when you think faith can somehow save you, or a little girl with powers... I am Eve II, and I am the queen of Hell!" She wailed,

Livia’s POV: One afternoon, after training I had gone to perform my task to clean the west wing of the villa. Partly due to the fact that I was one of the few mates who haven't wolfed out yet and the slowly growing jealousy and envy of the other maids that saw the likeness Alpha Xandros had for me, I didn't have that much people to talk to. While sweeping the long hall, a senior maid with long curly brown hair called out to me.

Livia sat opposite, hands smoothing her skirt once, a nervous tell Lyra wouldn’t have imagined for the woman who’d once presided over an entire region’s Luna Council. For a moment, they just looked at each other. Lyra saw the traces of Aiden in Livia’s face more clearly than she liked: the line of the mouth, the set of the eyes when she was bracing for impact. Livia saw—Lyra didn’t know what she saw. A ghost. A threat. A reminder. “I won’t waste your time,” Livia said at last. “You’ve given this family more than enough of it already.” Lyra’s brows lifted.

mom said with a sad smile while looking in my direction. "Well here goes nothing."I thought settling myself comfortably in my armchair. "Okay then you go first and don't worry am not gonna leave you for anything."Jacob said while squeezing mom's hand gently."No, you go first."mom said as Jacob nodded. '"So the thing is me and Cas we're __, we're not entirely human."Jacob said looking away from mom to the ground . "Geez Lucy, their also not entirely human.Are they werewolves like godfather or as fairies as godmother?"snow kept ranting on and on in my mind."Shut the Fuck up snow.you're giving me a headache."I shut snow up.

"Nonsense! How can you think that way? These heathens can take away our liberty, but they cannot take away our pride and our identity! Our minds and hearts will forever be ours. Those, they cannot rob!" The prisoners stared at each other in silence. "I-I'm sorry, Vivienne. You are right." Loisa casted her eyes downward. Vivienne nodded and then turned to face Enna once again. "I am Vivienne of the House of Percival, sister to the wife of the Minister of East. I am the vice-captain of the White Knights stationed at Cardia." The blonde was in the military. That explained her attitude and strong personality.

Could she possible be the ‘usurper of the rune’ mentioned in this year’s cryptic letter? If so, what does it mean to ‘leave her fate to the blood?’ “Who are you, and what was that blasted letter about,” I asked, losing a bit of patience. She curtsied. “My name is Livia, Livia Celeste Jeteris. I am Count Jeteris’ daughter, your highness.” “Count Jeteris’ daughter?... I did not even know she has a daughter…” He had served the crown and my father for years. How was it possible that I did not even meet this daughter of his once?

’ Sadie, who was sitting at the side, was dumbfounded. ‘He calls her “Livia”? Why does it seem to me that they’re very close to each other? But she calls him Mr. Yarde instead of Kayson…’ She felt like her brain was a chaotic mess and became annoyed. Livia did not say anything to Kayson anymore. She turned her head to look at Sadie and asked, “Are you planning to expand Wolfenden Corp. to Skyspring?” Sadie snapped herself out of her thoughts and said, “Yes. I’m here this time for the Dickinson International project.”

“Struggling only makes it tighter.” Alina blinked at the silhouette approaching—womanly, graceful, almost ethereal in the dim light. Long hair cascaded over her shoulders like spilled moonlight, and her eyes glowed silver with an unsettling calm. Livia Blackwood. Rhett’s sister. The name hit her like a slap. “You—” Alina choked. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Livia smiled, serene and sharp as a blade. “Most things you hear about me are only half true. Consider this an upgrade.”

“Liv was in my Chemistry class as a freshman, but was also deemed my liaison to the Mother coven there, as her grandmother was the High Priestess and Liv was the Priestess to her mother’s coven in New York. She had transferred to her grandmother’s coven when she went to college. At first, we hated each other. Though I was her professor and the priest of our coven, I was only six years older than her and she refused to treat me as an authority figure. She frequently undermined me in classes, made sarcastic remarks in my meetings with her grandmother’s councils, and refused to listen to anything I had to say about the Le Feu Follet.” “Sounds like you had your hands full,” I say. “Oh, I did

"You mean your grieving Luna? The one who is so torn up about Aiden's mate?" Livia's jaw clenched. "Or," I continued, "do you mean the woman who is so pathologically obsessed with an Alpha she can't have, she murders anyone who gets close to him? Tell me, Livia, which one is it? I'm getting them confused." ​Livia's hand flew to the dagger she didn't have on her belt. It was pure instinct. She was, for the first time, speechless. I had just spoken the unspeakable.