Llorumi Wattpad Novels & Stories

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

Starting from a weak thud of a drum, it ascended and suddenly reached a crescendo. A burst of light hit Luna's eyes, momentarily blinding her as the dense trees suddenly opened up. Closing her eyes, she had to blink a couple of times to adjust her vision. And as if clearing a hazy veil covering an unknown realm, time stilled for Luna. Every noise was muted except for the thundering sound of rushing water hitting the surface. For in front of Luna was a waterfall born out of fairy tale stories.

Corrupt. Liora turned, And felt the pain. First in her stomach. Then her lungs, Then her hands. Her ink was draining. Her story, leaking. The quill in her chest glowed hotter. Words began peeling off her skin like burned tattoos, Kael saw it first. “No. No, no—Liora” Ashen stood, voice hollow. “The realm took your author-rights. You gave your plot away.” She tried to answer, But her mouth was full of silence. She could no longer speak her name. Or anyone else’s.

The majority of the young folks had stopped believing in legends. However, to Liora, it felt like the world was watching her. Liora’s beauty was stunning. Her gray eyes held mysteries and intensity, and she moved with a quiet power, as if a goddess herself had shaped her. Liora stood at the edge of her grandmother's attic, holding tightly to the leather-bound journal she had taken from beneath the floorboards. Its cover felt warm despite the dusty cold. The moment she opened it, the pages started to glow, just enough to make her question her own eyes.

to follow. Rori rolled her eyes and followed Andy into the strange, yet fantastic area. Rori’s eyes immediately found the flowing river, and a chill ran through her as she thought about how Murdok had been such an enormous creature. Rori licked her lips, “I dreamt that my mom and Henry found me here, and he wanted to take something from here… he had this glowing book and when he tried to attack us Murdok burst through the glass wall, but he was this… this enormous dragon.” Andy watched as the circulating magma seemed to almost respond to Rori’s elevated tone of voice. “He tried to protect us and this huge plume of fire rolled out over the top of me, and suddenly, I was on fire… NO, not on f

Chapter 8 Lola's POV It's been hours since our second chance mate stormed out of the dungeon, I think it's already a day since we got to this land, and I just sat there thinking about how my life is in shambles. I could not even cry at how things turned out, I wasn't expecting a mate, I just wanted to escape the life of humiliation and constant fear I had to live in Moonlit pack. My stomach rumbled reminding me of the fact that I haven't had anything to eat for about 2 days now, not even a drop of water to drink. On the good side, I don't have any urge to relieve myself so it's a win.

Her glowing eyes slowly dimmed. "Lyara... forgive me..." Elune's voice whispered in her mind. Her energy was depleted. In a matter of seconds, her body shrank, her fur vanished, and Lyara fell into her human form. Open wounds oozed blood across her body. Her breath came in gasps, her face pale. She could barely stand. As the rogues approached with low growls and the wizards raised their hands to finish their spells, a beam of light appeared. A blinding white light emanated from Lyara's forehead. The crescent moon symbol shone so brightly that everyone had to close their eyes because of its beautiful yet terrifying brilliance. As the light slowly faded, the screams of the black wizards and ro

Then her tail begins to wag, not the tiny movement from before, but a real, joyful wagging. Lumi. My name. She leans in, head to my chest, body against mine. Warmth like homecoming. Lumi is returning to me. Waiting for that last chance to protect. I blink awake. The fire is still warm, flowers hanging, cat curled tight. Same room. But everything's shifted. Tear tracks are still drying on my face, yet my chest holds a fullness I've never felt before. Liora's flipping a book. She snaps it shut, looks up. "Well?"

Lilly “I’m so sorry, Mr. Storm! I will clean it up immediately!” I rush out as the coffee slowly makes its way across his desk and over the documents I just printed out for him. I can feel tears burn behind my eyelids. “I will take care of this, Miss Gaard!” He presses out between gritted teeth. “You just print the documents again and get me a new cup of coffee.”

Birdie stepped out of the room and came back with a glass of water for me to calm down. I drank the water halfway through the cup and took a deep breath before speaking again. As I explained everything from meeting Liam and falling in love, and ending up having his baby, I wanted to be sure Birdie understood. I know she would. Birdie was like me when she had her son but the difference between Orlando and Liam; one is a crook, and one is a boy who seems trapped. Not physically but verbally. And somehow, I could never reach him.