Alicorn Mythology Novels & Stories

She was adamant that this old woman was scanning her from head to toe. “The gods are the designers, and we mortals are their playthings. Malum had a gift of showing his people his own presence. His hunters were the swiftest predators in the entire valley, their eyes glew in the dark and they could travel with the speed of wind. In some legends, his most devout followers didn’t even need to rely on weaponry, their claws and sharp fangs all sufficient for taking down even the mightiest of the prey. They became known as, “Achylis”.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

But she had to try to cover up that anger because Ruin's goal did make Alice shake. "Then, it’s a good thing, isn’t it? I am a descendant of gods and goddesses, my strength is certainly greater than a rancid body like you," Alice smiled, she tried her best to strengthen herself. Justin did not expect that Alice could answer Ruin's words so epic. Silence, Ruin seemed to think Alice's words had a point. Alice is the result of a cross between the sun god and the water goddess in Nirvana, so Alice's power can be greater than Justin, or even greater than Ruin himself.

They've been closed for too long. "Who was that young man?" I asked the priestess who was still chanting her words while rotating a bead in her hand slowly. I don't notice it was there before. "Alocaus." She replied. Alocaus. I've never heard of such strange name before. "Alocaus was a God, the God of neutrality. He was said to have the powers and qualities of the three clan. He could shift into a wolf, grow fangs like vampires, and cast spells like witches." The priestess said before she paused. She opened her eyes to look at me and they were pure white. It was shining so brightly that I had to use my hands to cover my eyes.

“The devil you called is your brother, remember? Alistar, the Angel of Death. He was the brother that you sealed inside the volcano for thousands of years.” The Angel of Death, commonly known as Alistar in Moon Goddess' Kingdom, led a rebellion against the Moon Goddess because of her affection towards the supernatural species. One of Alistar's things was mating with a woman, Trinity, destined to be the mother of dark magic. Through that mating, Trinity received a considerable amount of dark magic in her arsenal.

she laughed, clapping her hands in wonder. “What is it? Did I say something wrong?” “No,” Mariah laughed, “absolutely not. In fact, what you told me just added to our history.” And with that, she told him the story about the origin of Night howlers and Nightwalkers. “The tree of death.” Alaric was shocked, “it is not a myth?” “Huh?” Mariah was confused. “Myth? Of course not, it was what brought our existence.”

Accalia said to end their conversation. The man named Lycano is not Accalia's real uncle. When that incident happened, no one believes Accalia except for his uncle Lycano. That time, Lycano was making a medicine against the werewolves because he told the young girl Accalia that his family was been attacked by a werewolf too. Therefore they help each other. Lycano was her informant and the supplier of the wolfsbane while Accalia was the werewolf hunter.

He knew very well what his father would do if he were angry. Mayes smiled slightly. “But unfortunately, I don’t have time to wait for your decision.” Mayes recited an ancient incantation while extending his right hand to Lyall. “No!” Cedric screamed, but he couldn’t do much because Mayes was holding him back. Mayes recited an ancient incantation. No one there understood what he was saying. But after he recited the incantation, nothing happened. “It’s almost midnight. If you survive past your birthday, you will become a very powerful alpha, prophesied to be the king of all alphas. My advice, don’t get killed.” the man said with a sinister smile. He then teleported away.

Of the way she screamed. The witches listened without interruption, but the air in the room thickened with each word. When Lyra finished, Valea touched the center of the runic circle and closed her eyes. “There is an old legend,” she said slowly, “older than the kingdom, older even than the Lycans. A story whispered by the stars.” Kane stepped closer. “We’ve heard the stories. Of a Queen who rose in fire and fell with blood.”

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v