Lol Ahri Novels & Stories

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Her senses were perfect, every movement anticipated, every strike fatal. The Moonridge warriors rallied behind them, their loyalty fierce, their courage unshakable. They pressed the advantage, flanking Kael’s forces, striking where his elite wolves were weakest, and defending the wounded with unwavering determination. Kael roared, fury and disbelief flashing in his golden eyes. “You… cannot… defeat me!” “You already have,” Aria said, silver light flaring brighter than ever. “I am the Luna of Moonridge. I am reborn. And I am stronger than your darkness!”

These people simply felt too dull. Xyla Quest didn’t interrupt either. Instead, she silently selected her hero and waited for the game to begin. Soon, Xyla’s team decided on their formation. The Top Solo, Riverside Grass, chose Aatrox… The Jungler, Awakened, chose Sejuani. The Mid Solo, Dreamlike Wine, chose Orianna. Meanwhile, as the ADC, Xyla chose Xayah. Alex chose Rakan as the Support. After the game started, people on the team started talking again—

ARYA POV After taking a shower and walking into the room Arya went to check on Olivia and saw she was still asleep in the crib that was brought to her room. Turning around she noticed a dress bag and a pair of silver heels on the bed. She unzipped the bag to a royal blue dress. As she slipped it on and looked in the mirror to see the true elegance of the dress. The Royal blue color went very well with her skin tone. It was forming fitting and the spaghetti straps held nicely allowing the low V-neck to stand out. The light sparkles that coated the dress made the dress stand out even more. There was a slight slit going up the length of her dress stopping right above her left knee. She slipped

Back at barely hearing the conversation of the two men, back at letting her tears slowly fall from her cheeks and to the water, creating ripples and distorting her beautiful reflection. Then, a voice called out her name, a bit quiet at first, but it grew louder and louder each time her name was called. But when she turned, she suddenly fell into the water and a splash was heard, but Auria was much too tired to be startled at this point. She is much too tired to worry about her well-being. In truth, she would rather drown in the water and be with John, wherever John is. She would rather meet that kind of end than live in a world where she is not with her lover.

Protect. The instincts were a tidal wave, threatening to drown the strategic part of my mind. She was Aria. Not Arden. Aria Silverbane. The name was a key that unlocked a thousand mysteries. The graceful fighting style. The sharp intelligence. The devastating fear. It all made a terrible, perfect sense.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

Aria's POV I am Aria Hurik, an omega-born shewolf of the Ironclaw Pack, though still technically part of the pack, I'm treated as an outcast due to a devastating incident from my past. Most of the pack members treat me horribly because I was the only survivor of a brutal rogue attack years ago, which killed my mother and Ronan's mother, who was the pack's Luna.

Aria’s POV “You are awake.” The voice drifted from behind me, calm yet firm. I turned, and my eyes landed on her. Sierra-de-Luna. She stood tall, her figure graceful and commanding, her brown eyes gleaming like polished stones. Her hips swayed naturally with her steps, her curly hair tumbling down her shoulders, and her light complexion glowing in the soft light of the room. She was dressed in a loose white silk nightgown that whispered against the floor as she moved.