Sith Lady Novels & Stories

she replied. The young woman immediately rose up from her seat and offered a curtsy. “My deepest apology for not properly introducing myself; and boldly coming here with no prior notice.” “Nah. It’s fine as long as you were aware of your actions,” Lady Francesca immediately dismissed the part. “I am Lady Hariet Syford, the younger sister of Dynirho by nine years,” the young woman started. Then, the Feledencian woman had confirmed the ground on their identical features.

Tattoos covered her arms, a mark of her connection to the supernatural forces at play. The woman smirked, her voice laced with both malice and amusement. "You thought you could defeat me? How naive." Her words sent a shiver down Luna's spine, a sense of foreboding settling over the battleground. Luna's eyes narrowed, her determination reigniting. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice steady despite the unease lingering within her. The woman laughed, a sound that chilled Luna to the core. "Call me Lilith. And know this, Luna, you are nothing compared to the power I possess."

“Why are you calling me?” The woman turned slowly, her face serene, yet sorrowful. Her eyes, silver like the moon itself, locked onto Hana’s. “I am Selene,” she said, her voice soft yet commanding. “The Moon Goddess.” Hana’s fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. The title sent a surge of rage boiling inside her, her chest tightening with grief and anger. “The Moon Goddess?” she spat, her voice dripping with venom. “You mean the one who doomed me? The one who let my family die, who made me mate with the same man, the same monster who destroyed everything I loved?”

The Greek witch Lady had no idea that Aphrodite was planning on using the witch lady's own blood and soul to provide unparalleled power for the creatures, just so she could defeat the Moon Goddess. Witch Lady was murdered mercilessly by the Goddess Aphrodite and with her dark soul and blood, rose those most horrific creatures of all, the skinwalkers. Goddess Selene was puzzled how she could actually defeat those creatures. It seemed like the skinwalkers were taking over the Moon Goddess' warriors. She couldn't kill the creatures, but her own people were dying.

She was merely asleep. Snow Lady was her name. She appeared in the Celestial Empire's martial arts community 150 years ago. She was a member of White Lotus Cult, which was a well-known civil organization at the time. The lady was White Lotus Cult’s saint, and she had a large number of followers back then. At the same time, she wielded a tremendous amount of power. It was said that she could control the weather and that she could produce snowfall wherever she went.

Walking down the darkness, the walk was like she'd done this before and when she got to the opening where thousands of demons were, she just stopped and watched. "We have achieved the first phase of our plans!" She heard a growling voice and as she looked up, it was Sathanas on his throne. Was he celebrating having fought her or what? "However, I haven't gotten any information on where the Orb could be. Looks like we have a lot of stubborn people to deal with. Starting from Lilith." He pointed his staff to a woman who was tied to a pole, her body now withered than when she'd last seen her. When and where she had first seen her, she couldn't tell, but she looked different.

Mary said before bursting into laughter. “Congratulations, you must be happy to have acquired the titles of b*tch, an evil woman, Snow White’s stepmother, the old witch, and various other names,” Mary added softly but obnoxiously. “Has anybody ever told you not to count your chickens before they hatch?” Xyla asked coldly.

My spine straightened. "Alpha, Elders," she raised her palm to her forehead as she bowed, "allow me to introduce the lady that'd put an end to all these. A lady of repute and prowess powerful enough to find out any dark magic; Lady Wanni, Head Witch of The Shadow Claw Coven."

His tail wagged angrily, responded to his fear yet enrage heart. “You see… revenge is a dish best served/eaten cold.” The lady said coldly. “Who the fuck are you?” “Me? You do know me, Chayan. In fact too well.” The lady levitated into the sky, watching Chayan as she ascended. “I don’t know you.” The lady discarded the leather glove that she was wearing and flashed her perfect hand. Chayan lowered his body, responding to the sudden movement of the lady. He slowly reached out the handler of the sword while eyeing the lady.

No matter what she looked like, she was a Sif. But even without the most common elven traits, Thea Sif was still the most beautiful woman Lara had ever seen. And probably the most dangerous. Thea was calmly looking at Lara and waiting. Lara swallowed and, feeling the numerous pains of all her past days on horseback, reported: "He's with one of the goblin warlords. Lady Sif listened in silence The report went on and on, and then Lara concluded: “My lady, he is getting stronger and