Lothíriel Novels & Stories

Lilith's breathing became uneven. Tears flooded her eyes so quickly that her vision blurred. "No!" She screamed. "No! You're lying, you always lie! Oliver isn't dead, he can't be, he can't..." Her knees suddenly gave way. She collapsed onto the cold stone floor with a cry that echoed through the dungeon. She covered her face with both hands as uncontrollable sobs tore through her body. "No..." "No..." "Oliver..." Her voice dissolved into broken cries. "My Alpha..." "Our baby..."

"May I ask why this is important to you?" I exchanged a glance with Serena, who nodded encouragingly. "There's a woman claiming to carry my child," I explained. "She says she's a witch, and that her magic interferes with normal medical testing. We need to know the truth." Meredith's expression darkened, and I saw something that looked like anger flash in her eyes. "What is this woman's name?" "Lily," Serena answered. "Lily Thornfield." The older witch's face went completely white, and she took a step backward as if she'd been physically struck. "Lily Thornfield," she repeated slowly. "Red hair, green eyes, claims to be from the Northern Covens?"

she asked, her voice a whisper. “Tillium is the only known source that is able to fatally wound those of royal descent,” he explained. “Grandmother Sheloah is a descendant of Shirin royalty.” “Your father told me that schorl could wound me and that’s why they had me bound in schorl.” Darius let out a little chuckle. “Yes, schorl is known to wound royals, pretty badly at that, but it is not fatal to us. Schorl is only lethal to celestials who do not descend from true royal blood.”

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

“Currently, there’s only one in the world, mom.” “That’s impossible! He has a mate and a family. This must be some sort of mistake.” “The present alpha is a she. She’s the daughter of alpha Rodrigo.” Dylan clarified what he meant. “You can’t be mated to someone from the Pride pack. That’s outrageous!” His mom yelled, to his surprise. How could she still be in denial after all he just explained? “And why is that, mom?” “Because those people are extremely dangerous. They are known for practicing magic. Dylan, they have casted a spell on you.”

with that she climbed upstairs After few seconds footsteps were heard from the staircase, looking up ,I saw Gomez's wife now looking pail and fragile due to stress and maltreatment. Behind her I saw a totally different person, her courageous Aura stood out , she was breath taking and nothing close to any of her pictures I saw , her curves were ... No Ace, you shouldn't admire her like that ,oh Lord save me , was all i could pray.

She kissed the back of Catherines left arm before gracefully walking away from Catherine after that she did a graceful sequence and did a seven double and one triple fouettes en Tournant. The incubus [Catherine] saw Lyra’s confused yet innocent heart and it was as if the incubus was the one falling at Lyra’s innocence. Catherine then followed Lyra and gently placed her hands on Lyra’s waist and once again gently lifted Lyra as if it was an emotion of love and not lust.

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.”

Lydia noticed how the princess had been staring at it with a glint of intrigue in her eyes. “What do you think is inside of this locket, Lydia?” She asked her voice full of curiosity, she had been staring and studying the locket for a whole afternoon since it was handed to her by Lord Toiba. She suddenly looked away from the locket and her eyebrow shot up. “What do you think Colum looks like? Does he take after his father or does he take after his mother, but unfortunately, I have never seen Lord Toiba’s wife because she was said to have a frail body.” Lydia walks towards her, reaching out for the brush laying down her vanity to brush her long raven hair. Lydia pulled out one of the pins she

She knew about the war and read some of the books about it, but it doesn’t contain enough information. "Lamia demigod; a last of her kind vowed to protect a powerful stone that holds magic. She protects the balance of the supernatural world. She lives in the cave in the Southern part of the Amorthon Kingdom of Wolves,” Thorin paused and when he saw his student’s reaction, he smiled. They eagerly listened to Thorin speak about it. History may be a boring subject, but the war of the supernatural was an interesting topic.