Sith Lady Novels & Stories

Hari put the glass back on the platform, his eyes matching with the fallen drops of water now turned into a small pool as he continued, "The old woman.... She was a Sahira." "Sahira?" Zander repeated while Hari shook his head in yes. He kept his gaze locked with the gliding drops of water on the jug and extended, "Yeah, A Sahira— means, a sorceress. She was a powerful and some hundred years old sorceress who would use her powers to heal the unwell and help the poor. The sorceress knew who Shae was and she wanted to keep her safe from the human population they used to stay with.

“I’ve been waiting here for quite some time.” A monotonous voice came from her right just then. Thea swiftly turned around and saw a person in the distance. To her surprise, a gorgeous and curvaceous lady was staring at her with an intense gaze. “Lyla?” Theaʼs brows arched. “You got it wrong. I’m not Lyla.” The lady responded expressionlessly, “I am Yiulia Zdravko, one of the Five Path Emperors from the Forty-Ninth Heaven.”

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 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.”

My head turns to see a women standing by the door, her long straight black hair and pale skin standing out against the beige behind her as she sends a smile my way. “You are Geminie Starlite, Daughter of Maverick Starlite - Alpha of the Norther Snow - and Lisandra - our current Moon Goddess.” … “Let me get this straight.” I start, running my fingers through my greasy hair and cringing at the feel of my locks. I am in desperate need of a shower but with my mind racing a million thoughts, I need to sort out the information I had just learnt first.

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.

All of them nearly forgot to take a breath. The face of the lady with silver hair in traditional red cloth was so beautiful, if the leading lady is at the Idol level then the silver-haired lady is at the goddess level. The sharp eyes, the look of confidence, and proudly arrogance in her eyes make all of the people think that this silver-haired lady is the reincarnation of the goddess of war.

This ritual reminded the adviser of the stories of Selene and Lilith, which talk about bloody sacrifices to please cruel ancient deities. William turned to Telvisina - the Supreme did not physically participate in the battle, but, undoubtedly, like Ilyana, she helped her comrades with the help of the Force. Catching the brunette's gaze, the vampire nodded. She heard their mental conversation. “I will help the Saint,” Telvisina conveyed her thoughts. “But as long as the Lord has access to the source, his attacks will not stop.”

No horses, no carriages, just shadows. And then she came. Sariyah. Cloaked in starlight and silk. Shadows clung to her following her like a cape. Her face was ageless and beautiful in a way that hurt to look at. Her eyes were empty, black as ink, and her mouth curved into a smile that had a thousand screams. “The tenth offering,” she said, her voice laced with honey and leather. “I have come for him.” Bastion stepped forward before I could grab him. “You will not have me.”