Lila From Miraculous Novels & Stories

At one point, she'd been my best friend. Lila was a witch. When we first met, she was practicing revival magic on dying flowers in the garden. Even though she looked way younger, I was only a year older, but it never mattered. I wasn't a witch and couldn't do magic, which made everything she did all the more fascinating. I used to sit and watch her bring dead petals back to life. Eventually, she noticed me, smiled, and waved me over.

Their very souls. “No!” I screamed, lunging for my dad. But a barrier of magic slammed up, walling me off from the table. From the Alphas dying right there in front of me. “Yes,” Lila whispered, her voice thick with ecstasy. Power poured into her, making her shimmer, making her expand, turning her into something beyond human. “Oh yes. After all this time. Finally, I rise.” And the true fight exploded around us.

“Settled, mostly. Why do you ask?” “Oh, just wondering,” Lila said, flashing a smile. “It’s been ages since I last saw her. You know how small these circles are, I hear things.” She took a delicate sip, her gaze cutting sideways. “Speaking of which… I heard about this new boy in her life. Milo, right?” Leonard’s brows furrowed faintly. Elara set her fork down, her stomach tightening. “You’ve been keeping up with gossip, I see.” “Well, it’s hard not to,” Lila said, tone light but her words sharp. “Apparently Milo’s the spitting image of Julian, down to the dimples.” She let out a soft, fake laugh. “Can you imagine? Some coincidences are just too entertaining.”

"I'm not sure if I've entirely disarmed the devious falsehoods calling for my capitulation just yet. But she's rekindling embers inside me that I thought had died long ago. Mia's gaze sparked with intrigue as she took in each sinuous undulation of Lila's signing hands. Aside from a little tilt at the corners of her broad mouth, she remained emotionless. _"When Yuria tried to tear me apart with her hateful venom once more, I...embraced the resonance of Julia's pledges to draw strength," _Lila concluded, an intense eagerness coursing through her movements. _ "And in doing so, I found reserves to not only endure the onslaught but to channel it into something more transcendent and liberating."_

he replied quietly. "Let them show their appreciation." Before I could react, Lila's voice broke through the clamor. "Make way," she said. "I have something to say to our Luna." The throng parted to see Lila standing in the center, clutching something in her withered hands. As I approached, I noticed it was a tiny, beautiful box. "Luna Lyra," Lila said, her voice carrying over the clearing. "You overcame a significant hurdle and emerged triumphant. You demonstrated not just competence and knowledge, but also bravery and compassion.

Lila stood across the room, surrounded but not embraced, her posture regal and remote as she nodded politely to a cluster of high-ranking nobles. She wore dark green tonight, velvet that skimmed her hips and set off the warmth in her eyes. A sapphire pin, shaped like a crescent moon, was nestled at her collar. A quiet echo of my house crest. She hadn’t noticed me watching. But she always knew when I was. I didn’t interfere. Not unless I had to. And I had to the moment Lord Merrick opened his mouth. The man was old blood, thick with entitlement and the kind of cruelty that was bred into him. He leaned in toward Lila just enough to make her tense, his voice pitched low but not low enough to av

A blinding pulse surged from her chest. Everyone was knocked back. The ground split. Light exploded from beneath her. And then silence. Lila dropped to the floor. Unconscious. Her body small again. Still. When her eyes finally fluttered open, they weren’t blue or gold. They were silver. And the first thing she said was, “She’s not gone. She’s waiting. For the right name.” Then her gaze locked onto mine. “And it’s yours, Mom.”

I walk away from my room giving them space to come inside. “Thank you Queen Aurora.” They both bow and come in. “You, the most recent maid, remind me of your forbidden bitter name, what’s it called?” I walk to the bed and I cross my legs on the bed. “Lila.” She answers refusing to stare at me. I want to look in her eyes and read her heart bleeding from the wounds I’m about to open up again.

Lily's POV: My breath hitched as I stared at the car, my heart hammering in my chest. Slowly, my wide eyes traveled up to the driver’s seat. “What the hell!” I muttered under my breath before slamming my palms against the car’s hood. The driver didn’t respond. Instead, the car reversed a few feet, then sped past me as if nothing had happened. Without thinking, I bent down, grabbed a stone from the pavement, and hurled it at the car’s rear window.