Lothíriel Novels & Stories

Brimstone and roses scented the air behind her. Hailey froze. Her sword stuttered. Ryan growled. Jaden stood in front of Turtela. I just stared. Because I knew her. I had no idea how. But I did. She smiled. "Peace, little wolves. I come with no war." Hailey's voice was icy. "Who are you?" The woman leaned over. "Lilith. Mother of Hell. I seek my daughter." A stunned moment of silence. "Your daughter?" Hailey repeated.

A) Lilith B) Asmodeus C) John D) Khloe E) Eira F) Calypso G) Lucifer H) Pete I) Maria J) Aaron K) Massaca

She really couldn’t afford to lose anymore of her dragons. Damn that Theodore! What the hell was he thinking? What kind of self respecting male dragon does not know how to woo a female? The idiot must have done something to push the girl away. Leah was young, but she wasn’t stupid. She would not stay with a man who didn’t appreciate her.

"What have you done?" "Well, I found a way to leave hell permanently. This body, it is... capable. She's strong and she's a descendant of Arithymus. This means I can finally do what I've yearned to do for two hundred years. She will be my ultimate weapon, my avatar" kael paused and looked at him. "I need you Lyrien." Lyrien got to his feet and scrambled to a corner of the room, in the opposite direction of where he stood. "How did you find her? I thought all descendants of Arithymus were killed. " he replied

“Stop it.” “What's there not to understand, we don't want you here anymore.” My stepmother thundered. Tracy brushed past me, smirking as she stuck out her foot and tripped me. I fell on the hard pavement and bruised my knee upon impact. I tried to limp up but my eyes fell on my mother's blue shawl. I treasured that shawl so much, it was the last piece of memory I had of my mother. The only thing my devious stepmother didn't take away from me.

“You have an army. You have the mist. You have me. Well, you had me. However, you still chose to go after her. Why, if you didn't, you would have not lost all the power that you have.” “Call it curiosity or mistake that I made. Call it the anger that I felt towards myself at the fact that I lost her, that I believed you when it came to my daughter being dead.” I turned from him, hiding the subtle twitch in my fingers. “She’s stronger than I anticipated. And love, it makes people desperate. She's not like Sienna though she is also my daughter. She does not carry the same fire. Sienna is weak. She was raised to submit and raised to stand back. Her body is strong, however she's not as fierce. D

When she took a step toward Dark, pointing out the bones that should be her index finger, Dark recoiled, and the fastest he'd walked in his life, he ran into the packhouse screaming. Ulric runs down the street to find out what's happening, and Agnes materializes by Ulric's side. - Alpha, call everyone away from the border. Lilith is at the entrance to the pack land. - Who? - Ukric asks, confused. - The Queen of Hell. The woman that the god of humans created at the same time as Adam, but who didn't obey him and ran away. - The woman of Adam in the religion of humans, isn't she Eve? - the witch asks, confused.

The sleeves, long and flowing, added a touch of drama, while the slit up the side revealed a glimpse of powerful, shapely legs. As Lilith prostrated before Ragnar, her red lipstick–doused lips, "My lord Ragnar," Lilith's voice, a sultry and melodic resonance. "I am Lilith Carenia of the Obsidian Moon Pack, honored to stand before you as a potential carrier of your child to secure the future of your great kingdom." A satisfied smirk spread on Ragnar’s lips

There are two trolls who are swinging what must be trees but look like clubs in their hands, taking out Lorelai’s soldiers. The wolf is attacking and killing as it goes, Lily is blasting the elves and there is another elf that is fighting against her own. As I stare stunned, trying to take it in, I realize that the elf is Tialha, which can only mean that the wolf is Dominic. Behind them I see a leprechaun who is standing in front of a sprite, protecting her. I have to assume that this is Buppig and his new mate.

She was stalling. “I will show you,” Iris made Athena stand up and dragged her to a separate room, and Azazel followed. She opened the door revealing a little girl of about seven years. Athena and Azazel were stumped. Iris stood ashamed. Athena and Azazel looked at each other in astoundment. While Azazel understood what was happening, Athena still lacked emotional processing of the situation. The little girl had blonde hair and hazel eyes, pretty as the other two ladies in the room. She immediately got down and ran toward Iris, hugging her waist, “Is she Theia, Mom?” the girl asked, knocking the breath out of Athena and Azazel.