Lorelei Barthomeloi Novels & Stories

the lead female growls. The younger woman, Oriana, pulls a glowing pack communicator from her silk pocket, dialing a number while putting on a sickly sweet, whining voice. "Leori, come to Myhill CrestHALL immediately! My sister and I are being attacked by dirty rogues, please hurry!" She cuts the connection, turning her cruel smile toward me while her claws flex with smug victory. "You and your bastard pups are completely finished." My core turns to solid ice as the name echoes through my ears—Leori Denton, the top warrior commander of Blackmoor Crescent Keep and the personal right hand of my ex-mate, Alpha Gali Blackmoor.

She genuinely believes her claws hold the leash to my future, taking a slow sip of her drink as she waits for my public ruin to unfold. Rowan steps onto the stone platform, frantically whispering lies to the territory keepers while my heavy frame stands tall beside his trembling form. I look directly at the front row of Moon Bard Masters, my voice carrying a lethal, resonant echo. "My thanks to your bloodlines for assembling under this moon. It is an honor to face your eyes. My name is Eloise Hollowmere."

Leslie was clearly the one who had escalated the situation, and yet there she was, shifting the blame onto Sebastian without another thought. Sebastian frowned as he watched the young woman, whom Leslie had called Lorelai, walk toward them. She had an amazing body, and her voluptuous breasts bounced seductively with each purposeful step she took. She was extremely attractive, but the only problem was that her expression was as cold as ice. "You're doomed, Mister! That's Ms. Turner's older sister, Lorelai Turner!" one of the vendors, who hadn't run away yet, warned Sebastian. "She's the most beautiful student at Steinberg Martial Arts Academy, and she's also the three-time reigning champion o

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

This swine told you that? "She's definitely delusional." "I would never send her to a horrid place like the isle of thorns." She snickered. "She's right your majesty, my mom would never do that, she's the nicest being on earth, with a heart of gold." Amelia said in her mother's defense. Her face had turned pale when she saw me in Derrick's arms. "Our queen is a wonderful person your majesty." "Gwen is a known liar, our queen would never send her on such a dangerous quest." Morgana who had been static all along chipped in. "I read minds too." Derrick reminded them. They all turned pale with fear. "Consider this a warning, don't touch a hair on Gwen's head." He warned the flustered wolves.

Odhan asked in confusion. "No, we found something which we never imagined we will find here" Lucifer muttered. "What is it?" Odhan inquired softly. "The queen you just said that I love so much to risk an attack from the dark creatures, and the woman in that Portrait, Theodora, are the same" Darius explained clearly to Odhan. His tone is cold and it sent shivers down the spine of Odhan. "Why the hell are you after everyone I love and hold dear to me" Max snapped at Odhan.

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

A cold chill tousled through the hairs on the back of my neck and filtered down my spine, prompting me to spin around and make it back towards the front of the door when my eyes were drawn into something I had not really noticed previously. A dazzling porcelain doll sat competently on a rocking chair, facing my direction. She initially appeared to be expensive and visually striking, as if she has a million bolts of charm and glamour lurking beneath her smile. Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs.

She looks like she’s about a decade old, but the intensity of her eyes and the power radiating off her tells me that she’s not what she seems. Her eyes traverse across us until they stop in front of Lana. “Abaddon, destroyer of all,” she looks at me, “Lucifer, king of hell,” then moves her gaze to Michael, “Michael, Archangel and protector of heaven. I am Clotho the Moirai, the Weaver of fates.” Lana vows her head in deference, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Clotho. If my history serves me right, there are three of you.”