Sith Lady Novels & Stories

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”

she said with heavy disdain. “Have you tried asking him?” I retorted casually. “It’s easier than going through all this trouble.” She smiled. “I am Lady Sia of the house of Thorne,” she introduced herself. “And I am just passing through,” I replied with a shrug. The only way to win fights like this was to give as little response as possible. If I fought fire for fire, it meant that she was getting to me. I had learnt from fallen Alphas at the Sanctuary on how to deal with situations like this. High-ranking were vain and arrogant. I just needed to use those two things to my advantage.

These were older. Taller. Their skin gleamed like polished bone. Their eyes glowed faintly, not red, but a deep garnet that shimmered like dying stars. Their leader walked at the front, a woman in robes so dark they seemed to devour the light. Lucien stiffened. Elara felt it. “You know her?” she asked. “I know the myth of her.” Elara’s brow furrowed. Lucien’s voice dropped. “Selene Vireth. Bloodmother of the Red Court.”

"And awaken the Flamekeepers? That would ignite open war. You know the Temple's peace with the Sanctum is still delicate. You shatter it, and blood will flow like wildfire." "I don't care," Vladimir spat. "She is mine." The room was on edge. Then—another voice, colder than snow-covered mountains. "You refer to her as if she were property." Vladimir's gaze flashed to the speaker. Lady Sareth—tall and austere, dressed in skeletal silver silk—stood up from her position next to the southern seat of the council. "But she was not yours, Vladimir. Not really. She was a slave granted mercy, nothing more. And she spit in your mercy's face."

It drew blood instantly. The drop hissed when it hit the earth. Kael’s voice came low and cold. “She’s back.” Selene didn’t need to ask who. She already knew. > The Thornmother had returned. --- Once, she’d been called Liraith. Half-faerie. Half-curse. A creature born of moonlight and vengeance. She had been Selene’s rival. A lover of the same king. A wielder of a twisted kind of beauty—magic that ensnared, enchanted, devoured.

She gasped as the lady placed her two fingers on her forehead. "Your legacy, the legend. It's all your responsibility. One day you'll come to know your purpose in life…. I'm no longer alive in this world, so I hereby return to you, your ancestral possession". Darcia still couldn't understand what the Lady was saying. The lady smiled at Darcia, she could tell that she didn't understand what she meant by that. "My name is Scarlett. The once supreme leader of the witches". Huh?... What the f*cking hell!. So there's also witches in this world!?. I thought it was only Vampires and werewolves!. Darcia was getting this, but she was also confused. She was feeling some mixed up emotion.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Elara set the book down on the table between us, the firelight casting flickering shadows over its ancient text. “The Slythe were the Moon Goddess’s first creation,” she said slowly. “A race born of divine power, blessed with abilities unlike any other. They were stronger, faster, and held magic beyond comprehension.” Her gaze met mine, steady and knowing. “They were supposed to be her greatest masterpiece.” Something in her tone made my stomach twist. “But?” Her lips pressed together, and she turned her gaze to the fire. “But they were too powerful.”

A lady comes out of the hut and is clearly startled by the amount of wolf eyes on her, she threatens to come in and my wolves stop the act by snarling at her not to go in and be alone with Sabrina. - Give back the girl - I say impatiently crazy to get in there and get her out. I was just listening to a heartbeat inside the hut and if Sabrina was there and those women aren't my mate then I'm sure it's Sabrina. The lady asks the young woman to pick up Sabrina already knowing what it was about, I prevent it with my voice and order another one to go there. The young woman tries to stop it, but the wise lady says it's better that way. We wait for Caio to return and he returns with the news that t

"The girl is not a Queen! She is an Omega anomaly from a western border pack who has been manufactured by the Citadel to justify a war of absolute imperial conquest. She broke the sacred Moon-Stone, she buried the Iron Phalanx at the White Ridge, and she executed Emperor Malakai on his own steps. If we do not strip her of her stolen authority before the next full moon, our ancient northern laws will be entirely erased from the books!" "And what do you propose we do against a woman who can fracture a mountain with her bare palms, Kenneth?" Lady Beatrice asked from the opposite side of the table, her voice tight with a cold, analytical dread. She was the oldest female elder of the northern lin

the one in the middle says, he's like the leader among the other males. Wala akong maintindihan sa sinasabi nila. Their language is unfamiliar to me that it's making my head hurts. The lady chuckled. "Giatí o Theós agapáei tóso ton kósmo pou píre ta fterá tou kakoú igéti sou." They all hissed making her stepped back. The lady has the ears of an elf and wearing a white thin cloth. There's no doubt, she's an arean.