Hild の小説・ストーリー

She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax. “Because, of all my lives, this is the only one where I came to meet Aunt Margarette and Finrod!” As Ellaine swallowed the Hristoax, her whole body glowed. She felt new energy flow in her veins empowering her. Her perplexed mind became instantly cleared and her senses were improved. “No!” Ánië tossed Finrod away. “You thief!” She attacked Ellaine who released a beam of light, hurling her couple of feet away. Ellaine stared at her hands, taken aback. She is a witch. From the human pillar? But she already met Alderon, the human wizard.

Damon and I looked to the corner in a unison, but we saw no one, “There is no one there Elder Lilith,” Young Damon said. “Are you sure about that?” a sweet and calming voice asked. In the corner, stood a lady with shoulder-length brown hair, a crescent moon marking on her arm, giving off a bright purple radiant glint. I was speechless, I didn't even blink, I just stared at her, “Damon Taylor, come with me,” Damon went with into another room. And I sat there waiting for him. Who was this woman?

Thalia says. Thalia is a witch who has been my best friend for many years. Letting out a sigh, I agree to her terms. As the SUV glides smoothly along the winding roads, I find myself lost in thought, pondering Thalia's words. Who is this friend she speaks of? And why does she think I will be taken by her? The curiosity gnaws at me, a small ember of anticipation flickering within. The journey to Millwood seems both interminably long and yet a mere blink of an eye as my thoughts swirl around this mysterious introduction.

An action every Noble's personal omega immediately mirrored, taking their positions beside their mistresses; I couldn't help noting they were all older than Nayla. "Good morning," I began, then waited for the file of omegas that had just entered to finish setting the table. A cup of steaming hot tea before me, I continued, introducing myself, "Hello, everyone, I'm Hilda Miller from the Stillmoon pack." A tall, blonde-haired Noble with a dainty air about her looked me up from over the rim of her cup, her eyes lined with dark eyeliner. She said quietly, "Oh, we already know who you are... or aren't."

I retort pleasantly. “Oh, I do apologize, where are my manners? I’m Maelor. No need to introduce yourself, I know all about you. Hilda, King Arlo’s mate who upset all Lilith’s carefully laid plans by offering her son love. Previously mated to Soren, who you scandalously slept with even though he has a different Luna and you’re promised elsewhere too.”