Soul Eater Lily Mayne 소설 & 이야기

She was wearing all black and had chunky, black-framed glasses and auburn hair that was pulled up into a tight, round bun. I sat at the table quickly and extended my hand to shake hers – before she could think any longer about whether she was supposed to bow to me. “Hi, I’m Yena. It was so nice of you to meet up with me like this.” The woman shook my hand. “It’s my honor, really,” she said with a smile. I could not have expected the way that shaking her hand would make me feel. Lily reacted, telling me something was wrong. “Wrong,” she was just repeating over and over. “Wrong, wrong, wrong… you can’t trust this human, no…”

Lily looked up and smiled, agreeing, "Yeah, it is." May stood up and walked to the kitchen entrance, observing their interaction with a clenched fist. "Find someone else to flirt with, won't you?" she said, glaring at Lily. May thought to herself, calling Lily a "bitch" and accusing her of stealing other people's men. Just then, Lily caught sight of May and asked, "Oh, May, do you need something?" "Uh, no, thank you," May replied. Louis noticed May's unusual behavior and asked, "Are you fine? What's up?"

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

I found the wall with my shoulder, my cheek, the back of my skull in rapid sequence, then sat at its base while the room rearranged itself into the right order. From somewhere on the floor, Clara laughed. A wet sound, barely functional, but present. "Lily," she said, each syllable soaked in something vicious. "Right. Of course. Lily who walks through marble. Lily whose voice breaks glass." She coughed blood onto the floor beside her hand, looked at me with eyes that were still sharp despite everything. "Get up, Lily. I want to see you get up." Morrigan looked at Solo. "She is Sienna. She is carrying what you have been looking for."

I hadn’t noticed her earlier because she had been standing behind my bedside, the curtain drawn, her shadow blending into the darkness. "I'm sorry, Ember. I didn't mean to frighten you," Lily whispered, her voice barely a whisper, I noticed her tears streaked face. what happened to her? Lily was the only servant here who treated me with kindness. Despite being seventeen to my nineteen years, our bond grew beautiful over the years. She was a tall, slender girl with blonde hair and vibrant green eyes. Even as a servant of the alpha family, her kind were known as healers—people whose green eyes represented nature. They held significant importance in the supernatural realm. But Lily was an orpha

It was the synopsis of the story. In it, the main character was called Lily, an omega who had suffered for many years and hoped to find redemption in her mate but upon meeting her mate, Xander, she found he was arrogant and did not like her. There was also a wicked woman called Selene. That was me. Selene was an evil woman who was obsessed with Xander and tried to separate the couple. The last line of the book read thus; ‘Will Lily be able to win her mate’s heart when a woman with power insists on keeping him?’

Something told him Rune had done more than smoke when he was sent to protect the apartment. Typical Rune. If he was this mad at Eva, maybe he really did care about Lily. Priest almost choked on his cup of hot coffee. But still, he couldn't get his eyes off her. Something was thrilling about her aura, confidence, and ability to take her stand. But they all knew that if she continued being the cause of Lily's downcasted face, her life was next in line, and Adler might just blame it on a little accident. Lily was still mourning hard, so it was hard to spot her in the Manor, and when he did, she was such a sight. A terrible sight.

Where I felt like a crumpled mess, Rayne's gaze was blank as if he had not just kissed the life out of me. I maintain my stubborn stance even though I desperately want to flee from the foreign feelings his touch brings to me. His fingers caress my skin, harshly yet enjoyable. How am I supposed to explain this conflicting feelings. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I said in reply to his earlier statement. My voice shook as I spoke. His gaze darkened for the third time that night and the next things he said was like a confirmation to my delusional palette. "Get down on your knees, Lilith." My name on Rayne's lips right now is like a curse, a testament to my impending doom.

I have to avenge my death, I have to make them pay for what they’ve all done to me and the only way I can do that is to play a game, a game where no one knows anything about me. “Lily, I am so sorry, I hope they didn’t put you through much trouble?” A familiar voice put an abrupt stop to my pondering and I lifted my head to see Kate, she was one of the maids too and probably the only one with a heart. “No, I’m fine.” I managed a smile as I stood to face her and I saw Kate flash me a painful smile as she closed the gap between us, her eyes carefully scrutinizing me as though searching for bruises.

I looked at the Alpha and frowned. "So which name are we supposed to call you, Alpha?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Layton. Arachne is the only one who can call me Henry." I nodded with a frown when he said Arachne. The womans name was Emiko, unless she also went by Arachne. "So are you attending the festival, Gamma Channing?" "I am the Moon Oracle, and I hate that festival." I growled at him as I stepped back. "I must be going."