Vocaloid Leia Novels & Stories

She asked. “I promise.” I replied before I opened my mouth and she shoved it gently before eating her own share. I patted her head as she ate the sweets before she stopped eating and held my hand. “What is your name Miss?” She asked as I smiled. “Lea.” “That’s a pretty name… Le-a; Lea.” She giggled cutely. “What about you? What is your name?” I asked as she hummed in thought before she clapped. “Voice. My name is Voice.” She said with a bright smile.

She looks like a living doll if I may say “Aren't you interesting?” she giggles as she stands up to have her way to where I was “I am Sylphia Klein. It is nice meeting you. You are…? “ With her hands showing, do they usually great someone this way? ” Lea Krui Lazarus. You can just call me Lea “

her mothers wolf asks her. "I don't answer to you you answer to me what is your name?" "My name is Lea." Lea whimpers out and starts whining from the force of Diana's princess aura. "My human told you she was special now you know why she is so special to the moon goddess. "Why is she so damned special?"

Better head back to join Lefiya, then. ………………………………… Soft, fluffy, green hair like grass; A pair of mysteriously glowing golden eyes; Slightly long and pointy ears; Soft, pink glossy lips; Smooth, beautiful skin; A pair of clear rainbow-coloured fairy wings sprouted from her back; …and an E cup. Such is the girl known as Lefiya Rios Challia. Appearance aside, I was confident she's a triplex magician like Restia because of the magic she cast earlier. On top of that, she's using rune language in her chanting and magic circle.

I stammered, "Oh my, you're... you're..." The being smiled warmly. "Most call me Moon Goddess, but you can call me Leila." Leila approached and gently touched my head. Instantly, the pain dissipated. "Don't be mad at him for this. He didn't mean to. He isn't like your father, he will never hurt you intentionally. None of them will." she soothed. I looked at her, a mix of confusion and curiosity in my eyes. "Are you the one screaming 'mates,' like plural, in my head?" I asked. Leila just smiled in response.

Leia said, pulling me from my thoughts. Leia is my best friend and the daughter of our Beta. She is beautiful. She's 5 '6'' slender with blonde hair that fell to her waist and green eyes much like the rest of us she had a natural tan. She came up with my nickname when we were in seventh grade when I tried to save a cat that was in the alley, and it didn't turn out so well and I was scratched to hell. "Let's go up and get ready. We only have a few hours and I need to snack on something before my brothers scold me. Again," I spoke.

Her voice trembled as she whispered, “Who… who are you people?” Prince Darius stepped forward, his gaze soft yet intense. “Leila… you are our missing princess. The daughter of King William of the Lycan Kingdom.” Leila frowned, shaking her head weakly. “That’s not possible. I'm just a human orphan. I don’t even have a wolf.”

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

I wasn't surprised by this because this is the Fifth maid Elijah is assigning to me, according to him he wants to make sure I am comfortable. “Oh really, what's your name” I don't even know why I asked, at the end of the day he is still going to assign another one and I won't remember this particular one's name. “Mirabell, but you can call me Mimi” she replied almost immediately, there was something about her that kept reminding me about Aphrodite, I don't know if it was the way she replied but I feel like I would want to keep this one as my personal maid.

But then, her voice came through the line. “Olivia?” she said, her voice sounding a bit hoarse from sleep. “What’s wrong?” “Layla, it’s Nathan,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “He’s in a coma, and the doctors… they don’t know why. And the amulet, it’s vibrating again, just like it did before. I’m not sure if you got my voicemail, but—” There was a brief pause on the other end, and I could almost hear Layla’s mind working through the information. “No,” she said softly, sounding both confused and regretful. “I’m sorry, Olivia. I didn’t get to see your voicemail yet.”