One Piece Lilia Novels & Stories

Lena's POV. I needed a slap, a hard slap that would catch me off guard. A pinch, a bruise, anything to wake me from the dream I thought I was trapped in. “Are you kidding?” I muttered. “Look around you, does this place look like I'd be lying when I got important things to do. I looked around the corner and clutched my hands together. She was right and I was confused even further. “Can I get a minute alone?” I said.

Deep within the darkest, most locked-away corner of my soul, something massive, ancient, and fiercely feral slowly opened its eyes. A voice, echoing with a power that vibrated right through my bones, resonated in my mind for the very first time. “Let them lock us in a cage, Liana,” the voice growled, a vicious, golden tide of energy suddenly rushing through my blood, instantly numbing the pain on my back. “We will tear the palace down from the inside out.”

Q: Is the consumption of venereal fluids necessary for lilitu to survive? A: Not precisely. Lilitu feed on erotic energy, which is derived most efficiently through the consumption of fresh venereal fluids. However, dreamfeeding demonstrates that it is possible for lilitu to gain sustenance without exposure to their partner’s physical form. Q: How long can lilitu go without feeding?

She cried to sleep that night hugging her mother's photo frame. The next day at school when seeing her swollen eyes and falling face, Aiden asked her what had happened, Lilian explained everything and that time Aiden said that pulling out a deadly serious expression... "Lilian, I think it's really okay to just kill and bury that witch leaving no trace behind. What say?" Aiden was snapped out of his memory when Lilian spoke up, "That day there was no way for us to execute our plan but today I have. I am here to snatch the thing from Lahaina what is after with passion."

The whispers disappeared and Elias's eyes narrowed. I could hear my own heartbeat. My mother looked at me in shock. Clara's face had gone pale. I looked directly at Elias. The man I had once died for. Then I took a slow breath. "I reject the bond." Everyone looked at me in shock, but my eyes remained focused on Elias. His eyes were wide and his lips were slightly parted. He looked frozen in place. I remain unfazed. “I, Lila Armstrong, reject you, Elias Carter, future Alpha King of Silvermoon Kingdom as my mate and other half. From now on, you are nothing to me…”

But for Lilia, none of that mattered. Her eyes were fixed on the painting—the last item of the night. "Horizon’s Lament," a masterpiece by Elian Devereux, the last work from the renowned artist before his untimely death. She had spent months studying it—memorizing every brushstroke, tracing the artist's intentions in catalog prints, and immersing herself in its history. This was more than just a painting. It was her last connection to something pure, something untouchable. And tonight, she was determined to win it.

Riya said while taking Lilian’s hand. “Thanks, Miss Riya! I really never thought I could be this much lucky and can meet you here in this hell.” Lilian said while she gave a bear hug to Riya. She giggled like a little girl which is quite eye catching. “Don’t call me Miss Riya. Call me RiRi. I will call you LiLi, okay?” Riya looked at Lilian and waited for her response. Lilian nodded and her eyes filled with tears,” RiRi…”

Lila for sure thought she could trip her up or at least et her to answer one of the questions as a selfish human, that Lila knew her to be. Humans and no place in the mythical world. They were fragile and too concerned over the most mundane of things. Lila let her head rest of the back of the chair as she stared up at the ceiling. She had originally thought to place the most skilled warrior against Aurora. However, she wondered if she should think on the other side of the skill level instead.

The breeze washed over my body but I did not feel a thing, didn’t shiver or tremble, instead, I was numb, insensate, distorted from the world’s disturbances. But that wasn’t true, was it? I was disturbed, broken in fact- a conundrum built by tragedy and pain. And it intensified when the belt buckle crinkled, ringing bells that was shrill AND soul-crushing. I guess I should change the conception about myself- Orson Liliana, an unfortunate prey whose bones were crushed under the teeth of its predators. And the predators? They loomed over me like a dark cloud, after unleashing A storm that flooded my world with me in it.

Right now, just one glance was all you needed to know that she was fighting for her life. My eyes scoured over the damsel that laid haphazardly in front of me. Since Marianne and her sidekicks had left, this was actually my first full glance at her. Liliana was a mess, with a number of bruises adorning her face. I wasn't a doctor, neither was I a physician, but I didn't need the world's biggest IQ to know she was hurt. Badly hurt. I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said she had even broken a couple of bones too.