Sith Lady Novels & Stories

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.”

ITHRA Her smile widened and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “Enchantress Sarai!” I got on my knees, and she placed a palm on my shoulder, urging me up. “Get up, Ithra. You have a long journey ahead of you.” She said, and I got up. Sarai was the most powerful enchantress to have crossed the earth. She was the witch who created the Celts forcefield and according to legend, she wasn't found after she conjured the spell.

The village elders sent me here to seal this cursed place, but the moment I crossed the threshold, something changed. The air grows thick, sweet, and heavy with the scent of jasmine and musk. My armor feels suddenly constricting, my body heating beneath the steel plates. A soft, feminine laugh echoes through the chamber, sultry and knowing. “You’re stronger than the others, knight,” the voice purrs from the darkness. “But even the purest flame can be consumed.” She steps into the light a vision of sinful perfection. Lilith. The succubus.

this gesture of the lady made her assistant to get shocked because this is the first time her madam was being loveable she asked srinithi "are you also participate in contest" srinithi nodded her head as yes the lady said "impressive wanna come with me" srinithi said "my demon boss will be waiting for me" the lady chuckled for the way she called her boss the lady once again caressed srinithi's cheeks with affection and went........

she obviously has no idea with that look she has on her face . "Do you mean Zelda" "No dear, its not Zelda at all,this witch was a really old lady she looked nothing like Zelda" Zelda is the local witch here in the south gate she helps out in our ritual ceremonies like abducting new pack members or taking over the alpha position and all that stuff.