Novels by Lizish

Melanie“What do you plan to do with me then?” Tara asks. Lorez is a pig. Slaves are a sickening trade that both Silas and I hate. What I plan to do with her is free her from this disgraceful place. The sliver of lycan in me has demanded that she is mine. My mate as I know the wolves call it. What is mine shall never stay in chains like this. Silas speaks up before me, “You may shower and sleep. I’m sure you need it.” I imagine myself smacking my palm against my head. Without realizing, he basically insinuated that she smells and looks exhausted. He really has no tact. I see an weary look in Tara’s eyes, and I know she is taking it the way I feared. “What he means is that we are sure you are not treated properly here and want you to take this time for yourself. Use the bathroom in any way you wish and sleep in a comfy bed.”Turning to Silas, I add, “I’ll be taking the couch. You, the floor for that stupidity that came out of your mouth.” Silas doesn’t know what he did, poor sense

Tara[Dinner in the view of Tara] Dinner was… not how I expected. The guest, or shall I say guests, were not either. I could only glance as I must keep my head bowed, but what I saw did not disappoint. The male guest was tall, at least six foot six, and well built. His shoulders were decently broad and flowed into a muscled chest and down into hips that commanded attention. His black hair with tips dyed blood red was longer on top than on the sides and laid in a wave like coif that felt more natural than styled. With porcelain skin and strong facial features, he was like a god. Whether he is an evil or good one has yet to be determined. Then there was the woman. Elegant. Angelic. Yet, her aura as I pass gives me a sense of fight and mischief. She has straight brown hair, almost black, perfectly cut just below her shoulders. With an oval face, I can see from the side of my eye a soft jaw accompanied by dark well defined eyebrows, quirked at the end. Her skin tone is pale like the ma

SilasI stare at the woman, entranced by the realization and beauty. Lorez seems to notice this and speaks up, “She smells delightful doesn’t she? I researched that your kind are attracted to the scent of melody bee honey from the land of Rashan. I had some imported a few week ago in anticipation.”The man has certainly been busy. I don’t like that he knows such a facts about vampires, but thankfully that is not a fact toward me. The honey is nothing but an enjoyment for me, so at least he won’t have an advantage with the knowledge. I need to be more wary of what he might know though. I do my best to reign in the emotions in my face as he grabs her waist, pulling her to him. He takes a large inhale, his face buried in between her cleavage, and I swear I’m an inch away from throwing the table across the room. I feel Melanie’s hand on my leg, and I snap my eyes to hers. Her eyes are a swirling amber with a mix of silver. Something is going on inside her too. Whatever it is, we must be

Silas “Must I go to this, Mel?” I complain, sighing loudly. Melanie Nightgare stops adjusting my tie and steps back with her hands on her hips and a glare in her eyes. She radiates a no bullshit aura that I love, but this time it’s aggravating. “Silas, you know this is part of the plan. We want them gone. In order to do so, we have to be buddy buddy. You know the human saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” she says in a determined tone. She always is the more confident one of us. I simply shrug and finish up the tie myself. I leave the room and head to the grand staircase that leads to the overly dramatic and overly large gothic front door. Melanie follows closely behind, looking ever the part of an angelic mistress despite my knowing better. At the bottom of the staircase, my butler comes to greet me with our suitcases in hand. We head to the car awaiting us, and he opens it for me. “Sir, will you be needing anything else before you leave?”“That’ll be all Qu

Tara Feeding the slaves is always draining. They are malnourished for sure and look like hell. They always eye me with contempt and spit at me when they think I’m not looking. I may feel pity for them, but to pick on someone who is actually nice to you is stupid. I let it go though. There is one slave though that always brightens my day. Miss Lina. After I dump the scraps in feeding troughs, I walk down the living corridor to the second to last room on the right. Opening the door, I see miss Lina looking out her tiny barred window. “Hello miss Lina, I brought you a surprise,” I say pulling out a napkin with some omelet and a few bacon covered mushrooms from the inside dress pocket I sewed in long ago. Lifting her eyes from the window, she gives me a big smile, signing with her hands a thank you and taking the offered food. I watch ad she eats, remembering how I met her. Her village was pillaged a few years after mine. She came to us ragged and worn with the others of her village.

TaraI snap awake, crying out and trembling. I had that dream again, of the night ten years ago when my father was brutally killed by the Blackclaw leader, Lorez Blackclaw. It still affects me now, despite the rest of horrible days that have since followed. I could dream forever and never run out of nightmare material. I look to the clock and see that it is almost 5am. My alarm will go off soon. I really don’t want to get up. Do I have to? That’s a stupid question. I do if I don’t want extra beatings from Krono. I found out Krono wasn’t actually a human years ago. Krono is a warlock and a damn good one too. There are many slaves here. My village wasn’t the only one they pillaged years ago. The count now is up to eleven, but they won’t stop. My village was the first and every year since then, they’ve added a new notch to their belt. This means a lot of slaves and a lot of runaway attempts. Krono is tasked with capturing the runaway slaves, which is easy for him. They collect hair, b