Novel & Cerita Livia Cardew

"Your Alpha command doesn't work on me." "Tell me the truth Liv," I tried to sit, but she pushed me down. "I'm from the coven of Sisters of Eternity, like your mother." Liv whispered. something and her face changed to that of an older woman, much like my mother's age. "Everything was a glamour. An illusion." I stared at her. "I can go back to the younger face if you prefer that." "Is-" I swallowed, "Is my mother really dead?" I asked and Liv nodded.

That counted for something. Liviana sat curled up on the wide sectional couch, a soft throw blanket draped over her legs and the faded stuffed rabbit from her childhood resting in her lap like a talisman. She kept touching its worn ear absentmindedly, grounding herself in the reality that this was hers. That she was hers. The name Liviana Blackwood still felt new on her tongue, but it was starting to fit, like a coat that was a little stiff at first but warmed up with wear.

“You’re my war. My peace. My equal.” She touched his jaw, her thumb brushing the faint scar there. “Then let’s stop surviving. And start living.” They stayed at the window until dawn painted the sky in soft gold. Later, as the city stirred below, Livia returned to the fireplace. She knelt, sifting through the cold ash with her fingers until she found what she was looking for—the twisted metal of the ring, now blackened and brittle. She picked it up, held it in her palm for a moment, then dropped it into the trash.

The vampires of her court were treacherous, political cowards who struck from the shadows. To be dismissed—to be weighed against a political inconvenience and found lacking—was a sensation she had never experienced. The defiance in her silver eyes didn't vanish; it sharpened into something focused and predatory. She watched the way he moved, noting the raw power even in his labored stride. A slow, terrifying smile spread across Liviana's lips, painting her face with a look of absolute, obsessive fascination. "I look forward to it, Lachlan Livingston," she whispered into the freezing air, the sound entirely swallowed by the hum of the ruined vault. They were the words of a woman who had just

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

Then, I saw her. Livia stood at the top of the grand staircase, her heels clicking softly against the polished wood as she descended. She was calm, composed, dressed in a sleek black suit that barely had a wrinkle. The ledger was clutched in one hand, the other resting on the banister as if she had all the time in the world. Behind her, a figure moved. My blood turned to ice. Levi's twin sister. She stood beside Livia, her expression unreadable. The resemblance was unmistakable, but where Levi was sharp edges and raw fury, she was cold calculation, a predator in waiting.

“He really went that far? He’s already broken in once?” She looked up at Livia, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. “I’ll protect the study, but… I didn’t expect you to have picked up on so much.” Emma stepped a little closer, curiosity in her gaze. “What surprises me more is that when he came, you not only saw through him—you even managed not to let him know you did… Livia, just who are you really…” She didn’t finish the question, as if realizing she was probing too far. Livia caught on too, and a slightly mischievous, helpless smile tugged at her lips. She shrugged lightly. “Well—after all, I am Celesta’s daughter.”

Thirty minutes for them to explain what the hell is going on. "Come on, let's go sit over there." She leads me towards the living room. Reece, Aaron and Reece's dad follow behind us. We all sit and they give me weird looks not saying anything for a while until Reece decides to break the silence. "Do you believe in werewolves Morgana?" He asks gazing intensely at me. "What, like from the movies?" I ask with a tilt of my head. "Well, not exactly but yeah from the movies." He says.