Novel & Cerita Lothíriel

She brushed him off and walked passed him towards the bed. Piggy eyes widened as she was about to sit on the bed but before he could complain she beat him to it, “I'll definitely repay your kindness when I get the chance.” She sighed hapily as her bum touched the bed. “Right now, there's so little I can do for you, after all, I'm still one of Azarael's dogs.” “No you're not Azarael's dog, you're the daughter of Lilly Agatha Sinora, the seventh keeper of the Thestryn valley—”

"You can't run from the Loom, Rebecca!" The voice boomed from the sky. I looked up and saw Ada, but she was twenty feet tall, her face a distorted mask of porcelain and thorns poking out of her skin. She was wielding a giant pair of silver scissors, the blades snapping shut with a sound like a guillotine. Snip. Snip. Snip. "Joshua doesn't want a saint," she hissed, her shadow stretching over me like a shroud. "He wants a wife. And you... you’re just a loose thread that should be taken care of."

I stood up from the bed and helped Margery gather some hair brushes from her vanity. “Lydia!” Margery sighed as she threw down the shirt in her hand. “I know it's a bad idea but it's the only idea!” My steps faltered as I paused and turned to face Margery. “What do you mean?” “Look,” Margery sighed deeply. “Vren is a prince of Thoranelle. His mother is powerful, ruthless but also the only reason for peace between Thoranelle and the werewolf packs,” “I don't think I understand,” I shook my head as my thoughts raced.

She seemed like she wasn't interested in whatever was going on. "Hi." Juliet smiles out. "Juliet meet Madison and Alison!" Christopher introduces. "I think I might get confused!" Juliet laughs. "You won't." The friendly one says. "She has lighter skin and a very tiny voice! I'm Alison by the way." She says. "Nice meeting you Alison." Juliet smile, she turns to Madison who just nods at her. She mouths hi. All this while Ana and Trisha stood at like third parties. "Where is Alexs?" Christopher asks with a calm smile.

She held the pouch with Ashiel’s leaf so tightly the edges cut her skin. She met the Hush’s silent, furious assault not with a counter-spell, but with a story. She opened her mouth, and she spoke, her voice ringing out across the terrace, clear and strong. “My name is Liora,” she began, “and I was a healer in a village you will never find. I fell in love with a guardian who swore an Oath to me under a blood moon. His name was Ashiel, and his laughter sounded like the first day of spring…”

Liora whispered as she gazed at the horizon. Mavric stood behind her, holding her tightly. "You deserve this.” For years you lived in hiding and fear. Now, the whole city knows who you are. “You are Liora Thorne the most powerful woman in London." Mavric pulled a small box from his suit pocket. When opened, a necklace with a blue Phoenix pendant made of pure diamonds glittered in the moonlight. "A symbol of your rebirth," Mavric said as he fastened the necklace around Liora’s neck.

Jayce said, answering my curiosity. “What is inside it, then?” Jayce didn’t answer my question but opened the box, and inside was a beautiful silver pendant with a star on it. “It’s beautiful,” I said, as Jayce wrapped it around my neck. “What is this?” I asked, looking at the star on it. “It’s a north star pendant,” Jayce said. “Do you know what that symbolizes?” I shook my head at the words.

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

"You don't have to. I shouldn't be putting you on the spot like that. I'm sorry." "No, it's okay."I folded my arms across my chest and walked towards the window. There was a view of the garden and the land they own going far back."Her Husband came onto me the night before their wedding and she believed him and not me. She threw years of our friendship away for a serial cheater. Now she's having his baby." "I'm so sorry!"She released a sigh."Some people choose not to believe what's right in front of them. Blinded by love — or perhaps what she thinks love is."