Alicorn Mythology Novels & Stories

Alcmene scoffs and slows her pace to a walk. “There is no point in your praying to Selene Sophia, she is deaf to the needs and prayers of all of my people. In her eyes your existence is an affront to her and her station. You say that a god who lives atop a mountain is impossible, yet you have seen my power and the curse I alone created with your own eyes. Dear girl, you are living it. Human beings turning into wolves, two souls in one body, mate bond magic ensuring that powerful bloodlines are created for the wolves who need them the most, do you really think all of that is coincidence? Open your eyes child, there has been a war raging between the heavens and those of us cast down to earth f

“Speak.” Malachai flinches but quickly composes himself. “Yes, Alpha. I bring news, news that could shift the balance of power entirely in your favor.” I lean back, feigning disinterest, though my pulse quickens. “Then stop stalling and get to the point.” He clears his throat, voice trembling with excitement. “There are whispers among the covens, Alpha. Rumors of a being thought to exist only in legends. An Ailuranthrope.”

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”

Alaris looked at Eli. It was obvious that he was tired of being kind and was ready to torture the answer out of him. Eli wanted them to try again, but time surely wasn't on their side. Alaris method might be their last resort. “Name is Ikrus. I am a lycan from the shape-shifters realm. A hunter for the Alpha, and I came here to catch the Ringers that escaped from our dungeon when our Blood moon was stolen.” “Ringers?” Belladonna asked.

“Ravager. Technically a kind of witch. Albanian in origin, but some of the older myths trace back to Ancient Greece. They feed off… spiritus anima vitae.” William squinted. “Spirit what now?” “Anima vitae,” Alexandra repeated. “It’s Latin. Roughly translates to ‘soul of life.’ Life force. Your essence.” “So they suck the soul right out of you?” I asked, wrinkling my nose. “Yeah, basically,” he said. I made a face. “Disgusting.” William leaned forward, frowning thoughtfully. “Didn’t that doctor say the kids’ bodies were shutting down?” “If something’s draining their life force,” I said, finishing the thought, “their immune systems would be toast. It tracks.”

“From her last gift to Inoss, mages and herbalists make all sorts of potions and remedies. There are women who worship Aylarra, even if she is no more. After all, Inoss created the woman from the image of Aylarra. The women that worship the goddess usually have an amulet with an aquamarine.” “In Myrthana, we mostly worship Adanoss. This amulet belonged to my mother. And before that, it had belonged to her mother, my grandmother, and so on for many generations. But I never heard them talk about Aylarra. Thank you for telling me about her, even if her ending is tragic.” Milton gave her a sad smile, “You know, there is a bit of the goddess in each man and woman on this planet.” “How so?” “Becau

Aldrich exhaled slowly—ancient, exhausted. “You were never meant to awaken the Bloodborn power,” he said finally. “I kept you hidden your whole life to prevent it.” Evelyn’s breath stilled. “Hidden… from what?” Aldrich’s eyes glowed faintly. “From them. From the gods who made the first Lycans. The Elders of the Deep Night.” Kael stiffened. “Those are myths.” “No.” Aldrich’s voice dropped to a grave whisper. “They were sleeping. Waiting for a trigger. A spark. Waiting… for her.”

I whispered. Of course, the witch heard me. She gave me a cold smile before explaining, “You surely must have heard of Korendorr's greatest treasure, the Moon Tears. The crystals grow in the Moon Cave. There is a legend that says only those who can enter the cave can rule the Moon Shadow Pack, and for ages, only the chosen ones with Conaran blood in their veins could do so. That was why Alpha Alastor sat on the throne and not his brother, Acyn.” She glanced meaningfully at Darcio, and I guessed that Acyn must have been his father. “But when it turned out that Alpha Callum wasn't allowed to enter the cave, that rule was broken and Alastor's heir still claimed the throne,” the witch went on.

But the more we talked I knew it was real, that she was real and I had to do something or id risk loosing her. The thought of being rejected my mate and the possibility of never finding someone or even being lucky enough to be blessed with a second chance mate, was to much. I came to the hidden gates and called out his name. When we were all pups the elders would tell us stories of the old kings and queen Alphas and luna’s, they would tell us tales of all the creatures the moon goddess and the four corners had created to bring balance to the humans. I had called bullshit. But found myself standing in the darkest part of the far forest at the gates of night and day.

Sloane Once Aisling put it into my head, I couldn’t get the idea that maybe this was the Moon Goddess’ compromise for us not getting a white wolf out of my head. I’d be the first ever, that I know of, female Alpha. Yeah, it would be an uphill climb, but what hasn’t been? I’m used to fighting my way through just about every situation. What’s one more fight? And maybe that’s why I’ve had to fight so much in my life. Maybe the Moon Goddess was preparing me for this moment in my life.