Lost Alice Sidd Novels & Stories

My soul shook violently. It was the moonstone pendant our mother left me. My moonstone. The silver chain glinted, the stone pulsing with a soft, protective glow. I never took it off. It was my most precious treasure. I would never, ever have abandoned it! "She threw this at me," Lilith's tears fell faster, "and said she was done. Done with you, done with this family, and done with everyone who hates her…" "Liar!" I raged, my voice a phantom wind. "I've been dead for seven days! I never saw you!"

Artemis said. She looked confused whether the change was good or not. On one hand, she seemed to appreciate my suggestion, but on the other hand, it was unlike the Nemesis she knew. She must be feeling as if I was getting further and further from who I was… “This is the coordinates of the location of the demon lair,” Artemis said. Then she uttered some random numbers that seemed like gibberish to me, but I saw Adrian nodding at her. Well, if he understood, it was good enough for me.

I paused " You will do what?" Belinda said with her arms crossed. "You are going to wish that you have not messed with me." I said and slammed the door right behind me. The hallway down to the main entrance was silent. I could hear the gentle whispering of the servants. " Do you think she is coming back?" " How should I know. Princess Beth is the only good thing that has happened in this pack. I can't believe she is leaving." I sniffled again but this time with a hardened mind. I was going to make Alpha Kieran, Lilith and whoever had a hand in my death pay.

Guards lined the walls, armed in case of a disturbance. The guard directed Shaun to a seat at the foot of the stairs leading to the Alpha's throne. Looking up at the Alpha, Shaun realized he was older than most Alphas, meaning his son hadn't taken the role yet. The two people next to him must have been his children then, and Shaun looked them over. The boy looked to be about seventeen, which explained why he hadn't taken the alpha position, he still didn't have his wolf. The girl was probably eighteen, maybe nineteen; she stood with the dignity of a Luna, just as she was probably raised to be. His eyes stayed on her smaller physique for a few seconds. Despite her smaller stature, she had the

I knew he had shown up to help us but I had no idea how e fit into the questions I had asked Alisa. “What do you mean?” I asked her confused. “Eden. Eden is dead,” Alisa sobbed.

The next morning, Alice woke up early because her lost aromatic bag made her sleep uncomfortable. Alice and Lily decided to go for a walk around town. Alice's main goal was to see if she could meet the man in the broken shack in the woods. He was also a sinner, but he had already been sent to hell in his previous life. If the two did not meet, she would close her eyes, but if she met him this time, he would be unlucky. Lily looked around excitedly.

I ask calmly, “I think you have something of mine Lord Lyros.” Lyros chuckles, his voice cold and hard as he comments, “You think you’ve won haven’t you?” I nod because I do. They can’t stand me. He… can’t stand me, yet I see sorrow morph Lyros’s features as he brings his voice low and asks, “Aren’t you forgetting something, Adelaide?” Alizadeh’s voice rings out in a sharp cry, his form scarily morphing and twisting, his bones cracking. I watch as his suspended figure twists and the shift overtakes him.

I was walking because I finally knew where I belonged. I found Melissa and Alice in the library. The air was filled with incense and crushed herbs, the long table buried beneath maps, bottles, chalk markings, and half-burned candles. Alice was bent over a map, a crystal clenched in her hand, her shoulders tight with frustration. Melissa stood nearby, flicking through a heavy old book. Alice let out a long, defeated sigh. “This is hopeless,” she muttered. “She’s just… gone. Like she never existed.” Alice turned around, dropping the crystal on the table. “Liz.”

And the Watson Alphas — had now done the same to the outcome of an experimental intervention on a four-year-old boy from Blue Moon, buried it so completely that a formal Alpha inquiry couldn't reach it. I thought back to everything. Alice had given me her maiden name early, in the first weeks before I'd stopped paying close attention. Watson. She'd told me she had no family. No connections, no one to call. A junior medical student, alone. I had believed it because I had not given her any reason to offer me the truth instead. I stood up. Walked to the window and put my hand against the window frame and held it there. She and Lucian had disappeared the night I left them on the road. Two weeks

The boy had time to rub his eyes, but still he was not there. "No, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE. THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!!" Edgar shouted again because he couldn't believe what he had seen. It also attracted the attention of many people there, in the midst of the silence. Alisa, who saw it, was also surprised by the disappearance of the name of one of her seniors. Almost no one even remembered his name. But soon she realized something. “Ah yes, the ‘Caunta Fir’ Spell that Sis Alberta released erased her existence from this universe. If that’s the case, no one will remember who Sicily Normann is except for the people who saw her get shot with arrows. What a terrifying magic,” Alisa muttered.