Am Lich Novels & Stories

As his words faded away. The scene before her was no longer the hospital room heavy with the scent of disinfectant. All sounds seemed to drift further and further away. In the boundless depths of the Nether Realm, where demons ran rampant and the capital city was filled with countless ghosts. On the very top level, everything was cold, except for the place where the Lich Lord resided. There, hot springs seemed to fall from the heavens, water droplets striking the stone surface. The warmth behind her seemed to remind Amelia of where she had arrived.

With a sigh, I started, “Najak is a Lich, an undead creature who practices dark magic. Nobody knows for sure where he stays though Leo believes that he spotted him around that fortress I had mentioned earlier…it is very difficult to spot him…he lives in the dark and is literally a walking corpse that shrouds itself in a black veil. I don’t think anybody has ever seen his face. Ad this Lich has a particular hatred for us werewolves.” Hayden interrupted, “Why?”

“He would experiment on them with spells, potions, and surgeries. If they died, it didn’t end for them. He would bring them back to an undead state. Then hide them until he was in the mood to attack something or someone. Use them as throwaway fighters.” Jessie couldn’t help but gasp. “I’m sorry, but a Lich is like a mage or Druid then? I don’t know what’s a Lich?” “Think of it as a mage who’s tried to become immortal. They don’t become immortal. But they use magic to keep their body and soul active. They lose part of themselves when they die. But the magic keeps the rest together. The magic must have maintenance, so these creatures become paranoid about thieves and assassins. They guard them

The chant grew louder. Older. The kind that had been outlawed by every pack after the Blood Moon Wars. “Astrid Woods,” Lucian intoned, “vessel of the Luna’s Echo—” I tackled him, slamming him into the ground. “SHUT UP!” He kicked me off with inhuman strength—far stronger than a normal wolf. His eyes glowed silver. He had already been marked. Not by the god— but by Lilith’s rites. By witchblood. He shoved me back with a force that knocked me into a tree.

It was endearing how he cared for me but to still treat me like the five year old me who needed his protection, always made me feel a little childish. Moving away so that his giant demeanor wouldn’t loom over me even though I had been quite tall myself I said, “No, it’s nothing like that, it’s just that Lycia, my mate’s mother, hates lycans.” “That crafty witch? I knew that already. She has been a menace to us before too,” he said, piquing my interest. What did he mean by that? Did he know Lycia’s mother personally besides as the queen of Amoret? “If you want I can talk to her, I had been curious about the infamous Aldith Amoret.”

She'll never get to see him. A tear fell down my cheek as Abigail held my hand tightly squeezing it. "I.. I.. I.. Might be able to help, " Edwin said, looking between Abigail and I shyly. Abigail looked at Edwin, "what? Help what? " she asked "I heard you saying, h-he was dead, Micheal, I can.. I can help, " he began. "How can you help?" I asked curiously my heart thumping . "I'm a Liche dragon, I can raise people from the dead. "

I asked as realization dawn on me that the man standing in front of me is the ultimate power in the supernatural world. "That's me Lucy but am wondering how you know so much about the werewolf race when you are human?"Jacob asked with a curious expression which matched Caspian's own. "That's where you got it wrong Jacob, Am no a human."

What’s going on with her? ** It’s close to a week now since Lorna last saw him. She’s been asking questions about creatures like him, and just two days ago she learnt he was not a wolf but a lycanthrope. No wonder he made a statement on the first night they met, “I ain’t a wolf.” Lorna also went ahead making research about how Lycans communicate with their mates, and she’s been trying the mind-link method since the day of her discovery. “ Urgh, fu*king answer me. “ She opened her eyes.

“Not just you. Every lycan is cursed…or whatever is left, the four of you…” “Yeah…ever wondered why there were no lycans after me?” He asked, giving me a pointed look. “Because the witch cursed you all to never produce an heir” My answer did not satisfy him. Was there more to it? What was it? Why was he not telling me? “She was no ordinary witch, Celia. She was an Archmage” “What is an Archmage?” I inquired, feeling curious. “A very powerful mage who can sometimes use dark magic.” Dark magic? That indeed sounded mysterious.

It clings to the earth in wisps, swirling around the broken stones of the old walls, veiling the lilacs in ghostly silver. I sit by my window, chin resting on my knees, watching the heavy night press against the glass. My desk, not far from where I am, is filled with crumpled paper. Evidence of my failed attempts at writing a worthy letter that I aim to send to secret and not-so-secret Lycan supporters that exist in the kingdom. I'm not so smart that I can still memorize who are pro-Lycans in the future. But knowing that there are some existing in this kingdom is more than enough for me.