Lorelei Barthomeloi Novels & Stories

Shock came across his face and I smiled. "I am surrounded by powerful men and women and your lack of research is starting to show. None of them will be stepping in no matter what happens to me, but even if you do kill me because this is a fight to the death they will ultimately end you." I added. "You think they could kill me?" Bartholomew yelled. HIs temper was starting to come out as I knew it would. "I know they could kill you. You asked me earlier who the girl was that looked like Athea. There is a reason for that if you would just think, I mean unless you don't actually have a brain in your head." I replied. "That's impossible. She can't be." Bartholomew said as it finally clicked in hi

“Indeed. The sprites that live in Araphyra do love to decorate with lights. It makes the glass walls shimmer with warmth.” I turn and look at her, giving her my full attention. Lorelai is a beautiful elf. She has long, straight brown hair, unlike Lily’s whose hair has big curls like her mother. Lorelai’s hair falls to bottom and it’s thick, rich, and dark brown, like the color of walnuts. “Would you give me the honor of a dance, My Lady?” “I would be honored, My Prince.” She says and gently puts her hand into my outstretched one.

If it is, please Moon Goddess… Please do not let Lorelei’s words be lies. I felt tears forming in my eyes, my heart and shoulders trembling, as I reached up and held her hand, afraid of letting it go. “Thank you, Lorelei… Thank you…” I whispered. Lorelei didn’t say anything else, as she only continued to rub me in comfort, as best as she could from the other side of the silver bars. ***

Faye stammered trying to search for the right words to say. “Cat cut your tongue?!.” Alora asked. Zemia smirked and pulled her close when he saw Faye's eyes darkened. “You have an Alpha aura! What are you, a Lycan ?!.” Zemias's brother said. “I am Alora and for what I am I would rather keep that to myself!.” Alora replied and leaned on Zemia. “Well, I am Loki!.” He said. “Nice to meet you!.” Alora replied.

Lorelei hurriedly closed the door and fell to the floor in desperation. "How could this be?" she muttered. She immediately ran into the bedroom. Looking at her ugly face in the makeup mirror, she burst into tears at once. Were those men here to avenge Catherine? Who the hell was Catherine? How could she have such a terrifying power behind her? Lorelei suddenly regretted that she shouldn't have been so arrogant and bullied Catherine. In fact, Lorelei could have gone through the legal process to get justice for herself regarding today's matter. But she picked on Catherine because she was too resentful.

Maisy made a knowing expression. "Ah, by the way, Mr. Guard?" Amelia calls. Iago looks at Amelia's young and innocent face. "I'm going out later to meet my friend," She said and showed a bright smile. "I understand, young madam. I'll do my best to guard you" Iago said and bowed. "Hahaha, you're so stiff. You can call me Lia, Mr. Guard" Amelia said and showed him a smile. Iago nodded and said, "Ok, madam Lia"

My old self actually helped the rising of that ruling English dinasty? Yoleandra left for Spain and by 1499 she was installed as the lover of the famous poet Fernando de Rojas, who, inspired by her and her arts, published a play called “Calisto y Melibea”, it’s main character being La Celestina (This is how Yoleandra called herself at that time).The writer represented her in his poems as a mestizo sorceress, greedy, creeping, practical, cunning and seductive.

At some point I fell asleep at my desk once more. Day 5 I awoke to Elio nudging me. “Are you ready to do some recon?” I smiled and nodded. I hopped in the shower and within an hour we were heading out of the door. It was still early but as I was getting into the car my phone started ringing with a number I didn’t recognise. “Dominic Thorn speaking.” I was not in the mood for calls right now. “Nick,” My Heart stopped, and I froze, it was her, it was really Leila. She sounded so weak though. SHE’S ALIVE! My insides screamed. My mind flooded with every question under the sun.

“How old is he, Lord Toiba?” “He’s not too old, he’s only two years older than you and after his studies from a faraway land, he will immediately come back to the capital once he is done there. I cannot wait for you to meet him. By the way, Princess, Colum wanted to give you this locket as his first betrothal gift to you.” Lord Toiba handed her a small chest. When she opened it a small locket laid in velvet greets her. It has black opals encrusted on it in a form of a crow, peonies are carved around the crow, and at the back of the locket were her initials, and Colum’s were engraved. It is relatively a simple yet beautiful locket but judging by the quality of it, it sure costs a fortune. Mor

“Were you planning on placing her before the king without warning her what to expect? Did you want her to be traumatized all over again when King Edgar turns into a dragon in order to fly up to his chair, only to revert back to a man when he is seated? Did you intend to keep her in the dark about what she carries in her belly? Believe me, son, if she was not pregnant before, I cannot believe she is not now. Venom or not. You have been with her far too many times for your seed not to take hold. She says she loves you. How can she love you when she knows not what you truly are? You must tell her and you must tell her now.” “Your king turns into a dragon?” she gasped as she inched away from