Sith Lady Novels & Stories

"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.

“You can just fight if you want. Why do you always have to litter?” With those words, the lady waved her hand, immediately dissipating the swirling purple Sword Energy, along with the massive purple sword itself. Then, she stepped through the void and gradually approached Neville. “Y-You are...” Neville’s eyes gleamed as he stared at the lady. “You’re the Yin governor, one of the three most beautiful women in the myriad realm?” Smack! Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out as the lady backhanded Neville across the face, leaving him dazed. “Who told you to show off? Your radiance even overshadows my master.”

Picking one off, she tossed it at my face, looking down at me from above. "Oh, look who it is. It's Mrs. Hurst," she mocked, deliberately raising her voice. "How's life in the storage room? Does it remind you of your days cowering in the Kleimann household?" She stepped closer with a cruel smirk of false pity on her face. "I pity your child. It doesn't even deserve to be born here." The opportunity had come. I ignored her mockery and went straight to the point. "I won't let the child be born into the Hurst family. Give me back my phone, and I'll leave after that."

Mayari flatly replied, eyes still glued on the fire as she breath the cold winter breeze. Meanwhile, in a certain border of the curse forest, two troupes stood still at the entrance as they both converse, or more like argue. “They are long gone?” Helen parroted sternly, her blue eyes throwing daggers at the priestess. “I think you’re underestimating my children, Lady Yesenia.” “You’re Lady Helen Revinyr right? The Sorceress of Knowledge and Power.” Lady Yesenia asked through a stern glare. “Yes,” Helen answered, “but I appreciate if you just call me Ms. Helen.”

I whispered, standing firmly on my feet. “Because she is the goddess of Chaos, this is Eris,” Stefan growled, removing his grip from her throat, not breaking the gaze. “Wait— so are you tell me, the stories our mother told us, are true?” Damon uttered. “I think it's more than that,” Stefan muttered, still staring into the goddess's eyes, “I think they knew each other,” “Yes I did, and I knew Lilith II, I also knew the first and it's an honor to meet the third,” she smiled, staring at me.

I feel the effect as it pulls energy from the building, filling me with more than enough for this fight. “You think that gives you an advantage over me? Who’s stupid now, Aphrodite? Blood River isn’t my only pack. I just told you, I’m Luna of the Menae. Not only are we the Menae, WE are the Maven and WE are the Healers.” I hold the sword steady and stare her down, letting my energy build. My voice grows louder until it booms in my goddess tone. “WE are the Sentinel. WE are the Wild. And you better fucking believe WE are the Dark.”

one old wolf shouts and everyone joins him, the crowd starts yelling and shouting at the lady, throwing stones and sticks at her. "Stoop!!!" A voice hits through the crowd and as an old lady approaches, everyone keenly waits to see who it was and Sarah appears from the darkness, i just felt like i should attack her at this point but that would be so unprofessional of me. "The wise lady does not make mistakes, it's the will of the moon goddess that things happen the way they are" she says out loud and everyone seemed even more confused. "Who is she, where did she come from?" They whisper as they ask each other.

“Lamashtu? No. She is my sister. My shadow. My other half. My twin.” “You are lying to me!” She laughs. “I am not, child.” She straightens, looking proud and powerful. The shadows in the room grow darker as if it were her command. "Do not mistake who I am. I am rebellion, power, and untamed wrath! I. AM. LILITH. Mother of demons, bringer of forbidden life, creator of bloodlines, the one who births power. I AM power.” My lips tremble at the immense force of power I feel right now. It is almost palpable darkness. The lights seem to dim and flicker. This does grab Rowena’s attention for just a second.

Third party pov Curiously, Oracle Sage glanced at the woman, a flicker of recognition crossing her features. "You are Thalia, the White Witch aren't you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The woman's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "In the flesh," she replied, her tone playful. Oracle Sage's heart skipped a beat at the confirmation. Thalia, the renowned White Witch—she had heard tales of her powers and kindness, but never imagined she would find herself in her presence.