Lothíriel Novels & Stories

Damian said and smiled at her. Amelia nodded without saying anything and continued eating. After a few seconds, Damian sees Arthur walking towards them with his wife and daughter. “Ian, you’ve met Zelena before right?” Arthur said. Damian nodded before standing up and shaking hands with Zelena. “It’s been a while,” he said with a polite smile. Amelia stood up as well and gave a smile to Zelena. “Hello, I’m Amelia,” she said. Zelena blinked as she recognizes Amelia. “You’re the one at the park, right? I’m Zelena, It’s very nice to meet you” she said and offers her hand to Amelia.

Closing the door firmly, she turned to receive the greatest shock of her life, "Taada!, Lily Winter" a brownie girl with purple braided hair exclaimed. "Aah!" She became pale and white in shock "Surprise are we, the brownie girl chuckled. " More like, frightened are we" Lorita smirked. Standing next to her , is a rigid queen with a poker face, her expressions were unreadable and something seems off about her, being the well-known Gabriel she is supposed to be fueling with anger and bullying her by now but she's calm and beautiful as the quiet lake.

Something I was definitely not going to butt into. "Would you please get off me, Shirley?" I cried out from under the petite lady who was almost the same size as me. This was to show how small I was. "Oh, I'm sorry, my bad," She apologized but was still shamelessly lying on me. "Shir...ley," I gritted my teeth in anger as I called out her name. I felt her shiver and the next second, she was off me, smiling foolishly at me with twinkling eyes.

She lifted a scroll and began to read names. Liora Talven. Mirenya Khoris. Soraheneth Astar. Her gaze swept the room before she continued. Aveline Ysera. Rhalia Morn. Elenwyn Thare. A girl near the end of the table pressed trembling fingers to her lips. Selienne Vos. Nyara Ithloren. Brynn Elisar. Another name echoed across the hush. Cerys Valyn. Someone exhaled shakily.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

🌺🥀🌷🌸❇️❇️ 🌷🌷🌹🌹🌹🌹 💮💠💐💐🏵️ A grand statue stood in the heart of RuthValis, carved with reverence and love, a monument to the woman who had shaped destinies long before any battle had been fought. Tialaina Morris, The Tia of the Lost — Ariya’s true name — was etched upon the base, a reminder of courage, sacrifice, and the legacy she had entrusted to her daughter.

Sael trots ahead, tail high, yipping at everything that moves. Our first stop is the outer courtyard, where Thorne—half-dragon guard captain—stands polishing a sword longer than I am tall. He blushes actual smoke when he sees me. “Lady,” he rumbles, bowing so low his horns scrape the ground. “I… wrote a sonnet. About your eyes. It is terrible.” Lyriel hides a laugh behind her wing. I manage a smile. “I’m sure it’s lovely.” He produces a scroll from nowhere and thrusts it at me.

He looked across at me, Staring ahead at the opening, I sighed, It wasn't Ariel's rejection I was afraid of, it was Lilith's. A hand raised out of the smoking clutching on to the rim, “Brother,” I point towards it. Rushing towards it, we peeped over in it finding a naked Lilith trying to climb over, the lava must have burned the clothes off her, grabbing her hand while Damon grabs the next we pulled her out, tumbling to the ground. Clasp to her chest was a big book, with a crescent moon carved out on its black, thick cover.

I retort pleasantly. “Oh, I do apologize, where are my manners? I’m Maelor. No need to introduce yourself, I know all about you. Hilda, King Arlo’s mate who upset all Lilith’s carefully laid plans by offering her son love. Previously mated to Soren, who you scandalously slept with even though he has a different Luna and you’re promised elsewhere too.”

She suddenly feels a sharp pain on her wrist and she winces, pulling her hand up to see the beads of the amulet her mother gave her vibrating at an incredible speed. She may not be versed in such things but something deep inside tells her the great witch, Lithoha, is trying to harm her and the amulet is protecting her. She places her hand on her little bump, saying silent thanks to her mother for her and her unborn child. “You’re bleeding,” Tatum says to Lithoha, watching her with a distrustful scrutiny. “My apologies Alpha,” Lithoha finally breaks her gaze away from Leila, wiping the blood from her nose with her fingers and she gives Leila one last look of curious suspicion. “The journey ha