White Lily Cookie Dark Enchantress Novels & Stories

MIA'S POV As I delicately turned the worn pages of the Book of Enchantments, my eyes widened in disbelief. Each incantation revealed a darker secret, a more malevolent power than the last. The ancient script described spells that could rend the very fabric of reality, summon creatures from the shadows, and manipulate minds with a mere whisper. My heart quickened as I stumbled upon a page filled with vicious curses, each word practically dripping with malice. The realization struck me like a physical blow – this book, revered for its enchantments, was a weapon of unimaginable destruction.

the maid said while her head is bowing at them. "Miss Leonora sent this cake for you," she gave the cake to Aemon that Leonora sent. Lily froze for a moment as she saw the cake. She couldn't move to look at at it because of the doctor who's still putting something on her wound. But then, there was a yellow piece od paper on top of it. "It's a mango graham cake, she knew Aemon's all time favorite." His grandmother uttered when she saw the cake. "Can I see?" Lily quickly said and get the note she left. Her world almost shattered when she saw her handwritten. "Is she the one who wrote this?"

she said, picking up a worn deck of cards. She shuffled them with a soft, whispering sound, then spread them out. “Think of these as a map. A way to understand yourself.” I frowned. “How can cards help with that?” “They’re a guide, sweetheart. To your core. To your power.” She nodded toward the cards. “Now, pick one.” I hesitated, then reached out and drew one, eyes fixed on the table. “This card, the Queen of the Night,” Mom said, holding it up, “she’s strong, committed, and deeply connected to the Sesame world. Now, close your eyes. Breathe. Feel the current—the energy that flows through everything.”

Lily coughed, with her eyes wide as she tried to open the oven door without getting her face hit by the hot air. "Under control? It smells like you're cremating something in there. You didn't tell me anything about baking!" I couldn't help but clamp a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing. Lily glared at me. "What were you even making again?" I asked, stepping closer. "Cookies," she muttered, waving more smoke away. Her mum grabbed the oven mitts and pulled the tray out herself. The cookies... if you could even call them that... we're pitch black. Not dark brown. Black.

said Evandor motioning towards his favorite sofa set and Lily sat on the sofa next to Percy. “About sugar, have some Bakhlavas” said Evandor moving the plate towards her smiling. “Oh wow, thank you. I really like premium turkish delight” She said excitedly before taking one in hand but stopped her hand in front of her mouth and glanced at Evandor suspiciously. ‘Why would he offer desert to me? Did he mix something in this? Is there a combination wolfsbane, mistletoe and chloroform in it?’ thought Lily, sniffling the sweet.

It’s not like I can control who Zola was mated to. My dress arrived a few days ago. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, never mind worn. A pure white princess dress with a sweetheart neckline. The bodice is decorated with crystals that illustrate the different phases of the moon. I have tried it on several times since it arrived. Lily has helped me each time, as I am all fingers and thumbs. But now I feel confident I could do it alone.

~~Edward~~ “Uncle!” Lily screeched, running towards me. Her clothes are almost drenched, stained plus her hair and face covered in white patches. What the hell is going on here. What is this woman doing to my niece. “Lily, what happened” I asked bending to face her “Nothing, Katherine and I are making cookies” she said happily “What? You need to take your bath and change princess” “No!” She pouted “I want to see the cookies”

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.

~ ENRIQUE ~ Haala. She may have aged slightly, but there’s no doubt about who she is. “It has indeed, Alpha Enrique. My enchantment had one flaw… Yet I thought it was foolproof.” “But it really isn’t. I guess luck was shining on me when I decided to get some pastries and cakes for someone,” I answer, watching her intently. I can see her aura around her. The power that emits from her.

The scent of wildberries and warm sugar floated up from the small stack of shortbread cookies and honey-glazed puff pastries, each one carefully laced with just enough wolfsbane to start dulling her senses, bite by bite. She sat cross-legged on her bed, her silver-blonde hair spilling like melted moonlight across her shoulders, eyes darting to the tray with an eagerness that made me want to laugh. “Raven,” she beamed, voice light, naive. “You didn’t have to—oh my goddess, they smell amazing!”