Lorelei Barthomeloi Novels & Stories

- ACE - She's something. That woman. Quite interesting if I must say, and quite fun to tease. I will enjoy toying with her very much. At least, that's the most close to a bond I can have with someone. Lorelei is feisty. The kind I love. My sadistic self enjoys playing with vulnerable, bratty women while making them fall in love with me, not because I'll love them back, but it's become a habit. When I see pretty things, the only instinct in my head is to break them.

Sylas retorts with an easy and wicked smirk. Before Aidan could lunge, Dahlia spotted movement on the bridge. Lorelei. She descended quickly, her beautiful pale dress catching moonlight, expression confused. She looked like a faerie that escaped a magical place to be here. When she reached them, her eyes moved from Aidan to Dahlia to Sylas. “Sylas?” “Hello, Lorelei.” He barely looked at her. Dahlia elbowed him hard. “That was rude.” “I acknowledged her.”

“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.

“This is Rowyn Vale, Mom. Descendant of Vaelryn. The Godkiller Heir. She has thirteen magics. And she’s our center.” Her face went pale. She gasped, covering her mouth. “And the Obsidian Accord tried to take her,” Zeph added, his voice tight. I lifted a hand. “Hi. So… is it okay if I collapse now?” The woman composed herself in one graceful breath, then looked me over like she was already planning to go to war on my behalf. “I’m Liora Sylvaran,” she said, lifting her chin. “And fuck the Accord. I’d love to see those pompous bastards try to take you from here.”

He slowly lowered his right hand, which he had been preparing to summon the power of faith. Abruptly, a waterspout roared past above Adrian's head, leaving him even more puzzled. He asked, "May I ask if we know each other?" The young girl was named Eloise, and she was a level eight immortal. She had come here because she sensed the presence of a level-nine immortal. She had not expected to meet Adrian.

"Lora slowly walked into the hall, her mask making her unrecognizable. Her confidence began to rise, especially when all eyes were on her. She didn't look like a servant but rather a princess from another pack. Unfortunately, her lips were not as bright red as those of the other female guests. She looked for a safe corner, took a glass of wine and a piece of cake. She wanted to eat it gracefully. From afar, Barry, who was cleaning the floor, knew that Lora had transformed into a guest. Barry played a double role, cleaning the floor and serving food in Lora's place.

"What have you done?" "Well, I found a way to leave hell permanently. This body, it is... capable. She's strong and she's a descendant of Arithymus. This means I can finally do what I've yearned to do for two hundred years. She will be my ultimate weapon, my avatar" kael paused and looked at him. "I need you Lyrien." Lyrien got to his feet and scrambled to a corner of the room, in the opposite direction of where he stood. "How did you find her? I thought all descendants of Arithymus were killed. " he replied

“That was impressive.” “You did it!” Lorelei shouted, clapping. “It’s my turn.” “Good luck,” Dak said as Lorelei attempted to do what he’d just done. She couldn’t manage and ended up stepping on part of the angel’s gown. “Awww!” “Nice job.” Dak stepped in before she could get too upset. “It’s like her gown has a special seal on it only the best angels get.” “You mean like Ellie?” Lorelei asked. “She’s an angel.”

, Nero asked. “ Before Letra died, she was corrupt with negative emotion to move on to the underworld she had to distribute the negative emotion to one of her children, I do believe this child is Lorelei but I am not certain, but again given the way she was born why not distribute the negative energy to...” Nero interrupted “That’s enough. I've heard enough.” “But, my lord...”, “She loved Lorelei even in her last moments, even throughout her pregnancy- “The pregnancy you forced because you couldn’t accept the decision of the gods!”, she yelled.