Lizzie Ldshadowlady Novels & Stories

Lizzie growls, lifting her left hand to show the four rings; two engagement rings, two wedding bands. Ahhh shit. Holden gives me a worried look; mirroring mine no doubt. This could get us a lot of shit in the human world if it gets out. I can't blame Lizzie as right now, she's under the influence of her tightly wound wolf. "Right! Cos that's true!" Shania snorts, "two husbands! Bigamist much love?" "Couldn't care less. They're mine, so I suggest you back off. Love." Lizzie retorts, mocking her.

Lilith's POV. I had never seen a dress so beautiful before. Even after staring at it for nearly ten minutes straight, I still found it hard to believe it belonged to me. The material shimmered softly beneath the warm lights of my room, flowing like liquid silver over my fingers each time I touched it. Tiny stones were carefully embedded around the bodice, catching light every few seconds like scattered stars, while the fabric itself looked far too elegant for someone like me to even breathe near.

“The girl of the hour.” “Who are you?” Alex demanded, stepping protectively in front of Sasha. The woman tilted her head, her smile widening. “I go by many names, but you can call me Lilith.” Ethan sucked in a breath, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. “Lilith,” he murmured. “The queen of shadows.” Sasha’s stomach dropped. She didn’t know much about the supernatural world, but even she had heard whispers of Lilith—a figure of legend, power, and death.

Maybe she wouldn’t have pushed Lyla into such a corner. Wait—Shadow Master! Lyla’s mind lit up with a glimmer of hope. Shadow Master was the founder of a well-known website, capable of modifying features on the platform in real time. He must be incredibly skilled with computers. Maybe, just maybe, he could help her out of this mess. Clinging to this slim possibility, Lyla wiped her tears and stood up. She didn’t care if he mocked or humiliated her. As long as he could fix this disaster, she was willing to swallow her pride.

“Don’t embarrass yourself.” “We haven’t formally met. I’m Shadow Hawks, half-Lycan, half-witch, and a hybrid, Luna, before this night ends.” I offered my hand for a handshake, hoping she got the message. When she stepped back without shaking my hand, I raised a brow. “I thought so.”

I was curious to know what his darkness looked like, Does it look exactly like him? Or does it have its own face? Well, I don't care who or what it copies, We are going to beat it— and Azrael, together. Picking up my cellphone from the bedside table next to me, I unlocked it, scrolling through Lils' Instagram page. Carefully swiping through her photos, Her beauty had me speechless, her long black hair, and deep purple eyes— just like her mothers'. I needed to see her, she needs to know how I feel and I know, it's risky, knowing everything that can go wrong, she's special, and she's going to save the world or maybe— she's going to destroy it.

Kydence said. “Are you sure?” Lily asked. “Of course, it’s still a Shadow tradition, a Luna is the female version of an Alpha, so it’s perfect.” Kydence smiled. “Okay then, let’s get this party started.” Sofia said hugging Kydence and doing a little happy dance. “This is going to be the best day of our lives, you, me and Kolby are the luckiest she-wolves in the world to have been gifted them as our mates.”

Her smirk grows as she leans on her desk right in front of me. “I think we need to start fresh. Hey I am Topaz, High Priestess of this realm, I have held my title for as long as I can remember. Now I sense something in you that I like and think we can have some fun” She says in a matter factly voice, I can't help smiling at her. I take her hand that she has outstretched in front of me. “I am Lizzy, I had no idea who, or what I was until quite recently. My mother died when I was a child, I spent most of my life in an asylum” I say, I notice her interest is pricked at the mention of the asylum.

She looks at me solemnly, not at all surprised by my question. "Please, I need to know. I need to try to at least keep myself safe," I tell her. "Don't you think it would be nice to get out of this mess?" I ask her. She seems to think about it for a moment before she replies. "It's called the Shadow Farm," she tells me. "The organization I work for. I don't know why, but they're after your life. And there's no saying who they'll send next if I don't do it myself."

“Thanion, Lord of the Underworld, Master of Shadows, Keeper of—” “Get to the point, Zeus.” Thanion’s voice cut through the air like a blade, his patience visibly wearing thin. Zeus chuckled again, unperturbed, and gestured around the room. “You know, for someone who claims to hate their title, you’ve certainly embraced the aesthetic. The torches, the black marble, the... ambiance.” He waved a hand toward the spectral woman, who rolled her eyes and vanished into a puff of smoke, leaving the faint scent of lilies in her wake.