Snape Lily Novels & Stories

I’d drag her down with me, kicking and screaming, into the abyss of this unwanted bond. The cool night air hit my face, a welcome contrast to the stifling heat of the ballroom. I strode through the manicured gardens, my boots crunching on the gravel path, the silence broken only by my harsh, uneven breathing. What the hell just happened? The question echoed in the hollow chambers of my mind, unanswered and unsettling. Lily. Lily was our mate? The very idea was ludicrous, an absurdity that defied everything I thought I knew about the moon goddess and her supposed wisdom.

There is a bubble of protection surrounding our people and every time Lorelai’s lightning strikes, it absorbs into the bubble, making it bigger and stronger. “Lady Lorelai, for your crimes against Araphyra, the fae land, King Ailduin, Prince Aolis and the fae people, I sentence you to death.” Lily says before I feel her drawing all the power around us into her body. The moment it's almost too much to take, she pushes it out, directing all of it to Lorelai. The moment the light hits her, Lorelai shatters into a million pieces, as if she was made of glass. There is a flood of darkness that covers the land, before Lily begins absorbing it into her sword, pulling it out of the air and turning th

I see Lily trying to pull Hera back and gain control of her own emotions so she can see it too. I look again, this time watching the light that is now flowing all over her body, a large glow coming from her heart. “It’s in her blood,” I say. “That’s right. The magic that your mate possess is in her blood, meaning she inherited it from her ancestors,” Aolis says. “With raven's black hair And eyes blue as the sea” Buppig begins, the words sounding ancient and his eyes going wide. Lily’s head snaps to him and then back to Madelyn.

Lily places Zoe's necklace at the center of the circle, and I sit in said circle, holding a lock of my hair in one hand, and the parchment with quill in another. "Close your eyes, and focus on the connection with your bestfriend. Allow yourself to feel the grief, pain and longing. This is a conduit for the spell." Lily says. I do as she says, letting myself feel. Tears fall, but I don't open my eyes, letting the pain and grief flow through me. "Open your eyes, and write anything you want. Express your love, sorrow and all the things you wish you'd said. Pour your emotions onto the parchment." Selena says, and I open my eyes.

I responded, fiddling with my fingers behind my back. “That means she wasn’t poisoned with the Whipserleaf Elixir. The only poisons harmful to us and that would kill instantly are wolfsbane and silver,” Lily, who had been silent since the beginning of the conversation, answered. Yeah, she was right; Lyrasilvermist had said Imogen was poisoned with wolfsbane.

Lily looked at me again before her voice came out soft and shy. "The plant in front of us is called a Lycansbane," she said, and I was taken aback for a moment. I looked over the table, studying everyone's expression. Lily was obviously not bluffing. I looked at the plant once again. How was it possible that there was something such as a Lycansbane? "What?" I whispered, still in shock. "It is to Lycans what wolvesbane is to werewolves," Lily explained further, and suddenly my seat began to itch at the discovery.

“That explains so much.” Papa continued, passing out each item slowly. A whip-sword that looks like it was made out of an ancient and holy vines and silver-thorned bramble for Aya. A curved bone-saw blade for Sari that looks like it was owned by the devil himself. A silver-inlaid stave carved with moons for Lily. She cradled it like it was a baby bear. “This one has a name,” she whispered. “I can feel it.” I wasn’t surprised. Lily had always been strangely good at naming things that should be nameless.

She heard him call her name in soft voice. “Here’s your present, .” Lily turned around when she heard him add. He had suddenly disappeared after going to put the cake down. As soon as she turned around, her eyes went wide in surprise after seeing the present in his hand. He was holding a pink Lily of the Valley plant with small buds covering the plants. The exact one she dreamt of having.

The sweetheart neckline accentuated Lily’s décolletage, while the cinched waist created a timeless, flattering shape. The skirt was made of soft, billowing tulle that cascaded to the floor, ethereal and dreamy, adorned with lace and floral appliqués that blended seamlessly with the bodice’s design. Lily’s blond hair was swept into a sleek updo, topped with a delicate tiara that held her long veil in place. Her makeup was soft yet polished, highlighting her unusual and mesmerizing purple eyes that stood out beautifully against her fair complexion. She walked down the aisle gracefully and confidently, her gaze locked on King Alaric. At the altar, King Arthur kissed her cheek and whispered some

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was