Lotm Fors Novels & Stories

“No, what does it mean?” “Lucy is one of the Cambions, the half demons, the ones prophcied to kill the Nephilim.” Ornais pointed out, staring off. Daniel had no idea what he was talking about. He knew about the prophecy but he never really paid attention to what it really said. All he knew was that if he managed to fuck up collecting Abigial’s soul Azazel, Abaddon, and Lucifer would have not only his head but Elizabeths as well. Now that the deal with the Seven was secure, Daniel no longer had to play their little game.

Selene's POV The whisper reached me through the servant girl who brought my morning water. "Luna." She kept her eyes down, her voice barely above a breath. "There are wolves at the northern border, with frostveil markings on their cloaks, six of them. They're asking for Lord Casimir." I said nothing. I took the cup from her hands and dismissed her. Frostveil had come. --- By midmorning, the tension in the keep had shifted. I could feel it in the way the guards moved faster, spoke less, and avoided eye contact. Word traveled in a pack the way blood travels through a body—fast and everywhere at once.

"She's just a stubborn Omega. Where could she possibly go?" Footsteps sounded outside the door. I smirked, sure I was right. I knew she'd come crawling back. I composed myself, waiting for Lyra to apologize, but instead, I saw the old face of Elarah, the shaman. "You stupid wolf." She looked at me coldly. "Do you have any idea what you've just lost?" "Just some disobedient she-wolf. What, did she send you to threaten me?" I wiped the blood from my mouth. "Don't bother me with your mystical mumbo-jumbo."

It’s twice as big as the baby and gives off warmth. Lilith came forth and bit her finger. A drop of green liquid came out full of life. A mirage of a great forest can be vaguely seen in it. She gave her blessings to it, “I, Lilith Eurydice of Forest Eurydice, the Archduke of Savernake Forest, give my blessing.” The drop floated away towards the incandescent light.

Devon called me and I looked at him but I don’t want to come close to him or I don’t want him to come close to me. “It’s alright dear… you’re okay now,” Luna told me while looking at me and she took a bottle of oil to her altar and opened it. She came near me and said… “Everything is fine,” She said and she put the bottle of oil that she was holding near my nose and made me inhale it. She whispered a prayer while staring at me. The aroma of the oil smells like jasmine with a mint on it. I inhaled it and in an instant, I passed out.

**Lot 07 — NIGHTMOOR LOWLAND PASTURE (1,200 acres)** **Lot 12 — FROSTVEIL MANOR TAPESTRY (CIRCA 18XX)** **Lot 19 — OMEGA ASSET, AGE 23, FORMER PACK: UNDECLARED, STATUS: RECOVERED** The word *recovered* did a lot of work. Elowen’s stomach churned. Around them, men—and more than a few women—leaned toward their programs, murmuring. “Is Lot 19 confirmed fertile?”

• Ava's POV • "What?" I asked. Grandma ignored my sudden surprise and spoke up, "It is said to be formed in the Underworld." I refrained myself from groaning out loud when I heard her say that. "And stolen from there." I looked at her this time, instead of the black gemstone. "Who stole it?" The thought of somebody stealing something from the Underworld, more or less a human, was crazy. "Nobody knows." She sounded very much genuine saying that. As if Underworld even existed. "Many believe it was formed by the dark Furies who went against Hades. They formed this stone for Persephone."

He simply nodded his head and left. "I can't believe they fall for that shit, I had his scent since the moment we stepped into the manor." Said Saf. "Yes, but tracking him by smell could take days, and we learned that in this day in age you can find everything about them from their computer." I mind linked her as I turned on his computer. Hmm password, I looked down on the keyboard where you could clearly see the set of number mostly used. "Wolfy wolfy, that ceremony really got you shiting your pants."I thought to myself as I typed the date of the ceremony.

We ducked behind a mountain of stacked yam and cassava tubers, weaving through the thick smell of dried fish and fermented locust beans (Iru). Osiele Market was a labyrinth of noise. The "Ariwo" of traders shouting their prices. The honking of rickety white buses popularly known as "Danfo" and green taxis created a wall of sound that swallowed us whole. By the time we reached the far edge of the motor park, trembling and covered in the "dust of the highway," the pursuers were gone.