One Piece Lilia Novels & Stories

"I'm not sure if I've entirely disarmed the devious falsehoods calling for my capitulation just yet. But she's rekindling embers inside me that I thought had died long ago. Mia's gaze sparked with intrigue as she took in each sinuous undulation of Lila's signing hands. Aside from a little tilt at the corners of her broad mouth, she remained emotionless. _"When Yuria tried to tear me apart with her hateful venom once more, I...embraced the resonance of Julia's pledges to draw strength," _Lila concluded, an intense eagerness coursing through her movements. _ "And in doing so, I found reserves to not only endure the onslaught but to channel it into something more transcendent and liberating."_

Lily's POV: My breath hitched as I stared at the car, my heart hammering in my chest. Slowly, my wide eyes traveled up to the driver’s seat. “What the hell!” I muttered under my breath before slamming my palms against the car’s hood. The driver didn’t respond. Instead, the car reversed a few feet, then sped past me as if nothing had happened. Without thinking, I bent down, grabbed a stone from the pavement, and hurled it at the car’s rear window.

Walking around the bed, I stood over her and sighed for the umpteenth time. “What the hell are you doing in Armani’s wife’s room, Leo?” I asked myself, still staring at her beautiful face. Despite the streaks of blood and the fatigue etched on her features, she still looked so gorgeous. When Armani told me his father had ordered him to get married, I expected it to be someone like him – someone who didn’t give two fucks about what her husband did or who he did it with. But Lila didn’t look like that kind of person. Her eyes shone with so many emotions down at the torture room that it was hard to figure out what she was thinking.

LILA Lyric dragged me away. She stopped in front of a narrow linen closet, shoved the shelves aside, and opened a hidden door behind them. I followed her down a spiral stairwell into a room filled with old candles and broken charms. She grabbed a cracked wooden box off the shelf and dropped it onto the floor between us, then knelt, pulled off the lid, and spilled out a dozen cowries, each painted with symbols I used to recognize in sleep. “I sent you these,” she said, voice low, fingers moving across them like they were still warm. “One every month. One after every moon. You never replied.”

As I wondered who had set them off, a message from Amy popped up. "Carla, aren't they beautiful? Johnny set off all those fireworks for me. If you know what those fireworks mean, you'd better step aside and give up your title as Luna." I smiled. "You can keep Johnny, but the Luna title stays with me." Right after I sent that, Johnny connected with me through our mind-link, his roar giving me a headache. "Carla! What are you doing?! Amy's been crying ever since she texted you! Do you still want to remain as Luna? If you can't do the work, I'll find someone else who can!"

Two warriors were stationed outside the entrance, and as Darian neared, they promptly stepped aside. Inside, there was a man with his hands secured behind a chair. He appeared youthful, perhaps around thirty, with dark hair, battered skin, and ragged attire. However, it was not his physical condition that seized my attention. It was the look in his eyes. As soon as he spotted me, a flicker of shame crossed his features. "Lady Liliana," he breathed. Instantly, my body went rigid. I did not recognize him. But he recognized me. Darian sensed my unease and positioned himself slightly before me. “Who are you?”

Liliana’s POV Spending thirteen years planning my escape under a delirious Alpha’s den only to learn I will be sold out as a breeder today is not exactly how I planned my Twentieth birthday. “You need to stop throwing that, or they’ll know you’ve been training, Liliana.” I hear aunty Maerra say, but I don’t look back. Cold adrenaline bursts through my veins as another dagger leaves my fingers and cuts through the air with a satisfying whistle. It lands on the board’s dead center.

one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five Lila was on fire as she let herself fall backwards, down the stairs, bringing her free arm to grasp the hand that held the cold, gleam of silver that was descending down on her, as if it were a guillotine. Letting an arm just bend inwards to bend her elbows into the perfect position to jab sharply as she could into somebody who was at chest height, was something Lila consciously did not do, but was happy to let happen. It was of course in her favour, after all. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five She wanted to live. She wanted to li

Even Sachin who was sitting on his throne was shocked. A few seconds later, everyone regained their senses. “Catherine.” Zeppelin’s eyes were wide, and he had a distressed expression on his face. He never expected this to happen. In order to save Zeppelin, Lilia had sacrificed her life, using her own body to block Dean’s blade. Feeling like his entire world had crumbled, Zeppelin immediately pulled Lilia into an embrace. “Catherine...Catherine…” As she lay in Zeppelin’s arms, blood was still spewing out of Lila’s mouth. She found it hard to breathe.