Slendrina Story Novels & Stories

She lifted the gun up, aiming directly at his heart. “Raze…” his second in command, Drako, rushed in. Lilith turned swiftly, training the gun at the other man. She rang out a shot, but Drako evaded it swiftly. Seeing an opportunity to disarm her, Slandro rushed forward. Lilith barely registered his presence before he fisted a bump and hit her forehead. Stars danced in her eyes before her eyes closed involuntarily, her body going limp. Slandor caught her, his list returning at how little she looked in his arms.

Finley "Focus on the connection, not the complications," Celina instructs as she arranges crystals around us in the clearing. Easy for her to say. She's not sitting cross-legged between two ridiculously hot guys while trying to form some mystical blood magic connection that might save the world. Just another Tuesday in the life of Finley Bennett.

Chapter eleven Serena's POV I was setting a table for a circus family, and honestly, I deserved a medal for it. There was a pig, a junior pig, an upcoming stripper, a drug addict pretending to be a nun, an anti-prodigal son with anger issues the size of a continent, and then there was the mysterious queen mother herself; Octavia Draven. If patience was truly a virtue, then by now I should have qualified for sainthood. Unfortunately, I preferred champagne to halos, and revenge to forgiveness.

In the margin of the map, there was a phrase written in faded ink: मेरा द्रुइड मित्र She didn’t fully understand what it meant, but her curiosity grew. Had her mother been there? Or was it just a game, or some secret story she had hidden in the book? Between the stuck pages, Scarlett discovered something else: there was a handwritten story, as if her mother had copied or invented it. “The druid and his forbidden love,” she read softly, intrigued. The story spoke of a powerful druid who lived in a hidden kingdom, a place full of magic and supernatural creatures. The druids had strict rules; they had to protect their world and could never bond with humans. But this druid, unfortunately, broke

The jeans that she almost lived in. “I need to leave now. She will soon begin to wonder why I’ve been gone so long. I will feed her as little information as I can today, but please remember our pact. I need you to keep your end of the bargain or else I can’t keep mine.” Silden smiled and rose from her seated position. She looked at Leah one last time before transforming back into the Raven and flying off. Leah sat shocked and dazed. She had never seen a shapeshifter before. Sure she’d read about them but had never met one. All that she could do was hope that Silden kept her end of the bargain. Leah was sure to keep hers.

Sacha had yet to return, still taking time away from the community but still, a part of it, carrying out her duties and recruiting as per the assignment she chose while she searched for her mate. Within the following days, Leandra had heard the news of Zayne meeting his mate in TL. The community members were whispering about it. She was happy for him and realized there was no reason for her to be there. Leandra thought it was fair game with no mate in the picture, especially where the chances of meeting one's mate were slim to none. But now that Zayne has met her, Leandra respects the bond, unlike others who may remain relentless in their pursuit. Leandra was not one of them.

Turner to take Caelia home. Unbeknownst to Adrian, Caelia had already spoken with his mother that morning about the previous night’s abrupt end. By the time morning arrived, his mother had arranged for him to accompany Caelia throughout the week, offering his advice as she prepared for her winery’s launch. Caelia smiled warmly at Adrian, accepting his apologies for his distracted demeanor, but beneath her calm exterior, she felt deeply hurt. She had meticulously prepared for today—early appointments for hair and makeup to achieve an effortless look—only for Adrian to barely notice or pay attention to the agenda if the day.

She was a small drakaina, I learned, short and stocky, with a frame built for hard work and not for flight. “Adrina is blonde, about as tall as this.” He held his hand to his shoulder. “No horns, barely any wings, and small talons easily hidden and absorbed,” he described her. “Flat, blue eyes with only a spark of glow.” My last words to him had been a promise to seek her out, to find her amongst the other maids and extract her, taking her as far away as possible. “Crimson would be ideal. Her sister serves the Archon as a liaison. She’ll take care of her.”

___ **Back to reality** The fading echoes of Draven and Lysandra's forbidden love story hung heavy in the air, their whispers weaving through the rustling leaves and painting the sunset sky with hues of bittersweet yearning. Adrian and Seraphina, bound together by fate's cruel hand and ancestral ties, found themselves caught in the maelstrom of a love story destined to defy the very fabric of their existence.

I think her name is Sierra. Sarn's story next... END OF PART TWO