Author Archives: Legends of Lorata

This chapter is told from the point-of-view of Stefan Nilsson. Leila got up from the couch when the wind started to blow stronger and the sky got darker. I watched Emory follow her, then went on talking to Justin, who … Continue reading →

All of us sat in the the salon, the sort of living room that led to the various other rooms assigned to the musicians. Kadri sat next to Larsa, Aubré, and Tobias, showing them her magic stones and talking about … Continue reading →

This chapter reverts to Leila Moss’s perspective. If Stefan thought I was just going to sit in the shade like a good little girl, he was fooling himself. I’ll give him credit for not tell me to stay there, though; … Continue reading →

The beach beneath Thorne Castle was just like any other beach: lots of soft sand, salty air, some driftwood here and there, and little signs of life. Elan wasn’t entirely impressed by the seaweed, so he munched on grass closer … Continue reading →

To his credit, Blackthorne– unlike Larsa– dropped the subject the fist time I asked him to. He seemed a little disappointed that I denied having the kind of feelings for her that he thought I did, but at least he … Continue reading →

This chapter shifts to the point-of-view of Stefan Nilsson. Sleep came a little easier now that I knew Leila was safe. I don’t mean that it was easy to get to sleep– my bed still felt cold, my room somehow … Continue reading →

After I’d given Ingrid enough blood for that feeding session, we went back to my room to relax for the evening. The sun was slowly setting, coloring the sky with yellows and purples. Justin seemed to be enjoying being back … Continue reading →

This chapter reverts to the viewpoint of Leila Moss. I relaxed as best I could on the edge of Ingrid’s bed.. Even though she held my arm tightly, I knew she was trying to be gentle. Her pale hazel eyes … Continue reading →

I was trying to sort out my thoughts, making sure my wanting to keeping her safe didn’t undermine her own intelligence and self-determination, when we started to hear shouting coming from the hallway. “Don’t make me ask you again, Matthias!” … Continue reading →