Lictorica Novels & Stories

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

With that, I crouched to the ground and turned my back on him. An ugly laugh echoed behind me. "Fine. Then I'll show you the real meaning of torture." His footsteps retreated, leaving me in the suffocating silence. A huge lump formed in my throat, my chest so tight I could barely breathe. I clutched the pendant at my throat, a desperate whisper escaping my lips. "Oh, gods of the flames, what is happening?" --- Back at the quarters, Lilith crept over to Kyra's luggage and carefully opened it, searching for the mysterious liquid. Inside, she discovered an assortment of herbs. As someone deeply familiar with such things, she immediately recognized that several were poisonous.

His wolf surged close to the surface, his voice a guttural growl. “If you ever touch me again,” he hissed, “I will tear out your throat myself.” Lilith’s nails dug into his wrist, her face flushing red, but her eyes gleamed with cruel triumph. “But she saw,” she croaked, her voice ragged. “She saw, Lucian. And she believes.” Lucian’s hand tightened once more before he hurled her aside. She hit the floor hard, coughing, the robe spilling around her as she gasped for breath.

Rita The air in the hidden wing of the library was thick with the scent of aged parchment and something deeper—magic, old and restless. Rita trailed her fingers along the spines of the grimoires, each one humming under her touch like a sleeping beast. "This one," Derek murmured, pulling a heavy tome bound in cracked leather. "It’s been calling to you since we walked in." Rita took it, the moment her skin met the cover, a shudder ran through her.

Either she could tell or just randomly associated all werewolves as wolf. “You will not disrupt what she’s doing because it’s necessary, and I’ll explain once it’s completed.” That had his wolf receding and going into the back of Niccolò’s mind to sulk after being admonished by his new mate. Niccolò, on the other hand, had a bit of blush going on that made Lilac’s eyes soften. Reika pulled back and placed her hand over the wound. It glowed a little as she tapped into her magic. The wound on Lilac’s wrist was completely healed when she pulled back.

Lucian reassured her, his voice strained with helplessness. As the marking continued, the lights in the room began to flicker uncontrollably. Outside, the sky roared with thunder, and lightning danced across the horizon. Visenya’s hair turned a bright scarlet, crackling with energy as if charged with electricity. She continued to claw at her skin, desperate to alleviate the searing pain, but Lucian gently pulled her hands away, holding them firmly in his own.

The heat from the acidic pool scorched the air, making the vitaecer sweat profusely as it dripped down his furrowed brow. Across the room, a woman with a blue teardrop tattoo, the ink swirling down from her eye and stopping just beneath her cheek, stood silently. Argent. She was a figure of serene danger, her silver hair braided tightly and falling all the way to her feet. She was clad in sleek, black armor, her nails like sharp claws, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with detached curiosity. Her eyes glimmered under the flickering candlelight, as if she found some kind of amusement in the vitaecer’s torment.

My nails elongated, and while I tried to push away, I mistakenly scratched her. She cried out, and I used all my strength to push my Lycan back, and then I rushed to her. She showed me her hand; there were three nail scratches on her hand. "Baby, I am so sorry," I said. Then I wanted to lick the blood, but I remembered that her blood could kill an immortal. So I decided to wipe it out until I read more about her, but when I looked up, She had no wound on her hand anymore. "What happened? Did my wound just..."

she replied with a smile, causing Lucas to steal a quick glance at her through the rearview mirror. "I wasn't being airheaded, just a bit flustered," Lucas defended himself calmly. "Alright," Lilith responded simply, settling back into her seat. "I'm actually the Beta of the Blue Sea Pack, so I can't afford to be light-headed," he chuckled. "I see. So you're smart, huh? That's a shame," Lilith remarked suddenly, making Lucas turn to her with a puzzled expression. She tilted her face slightly, a proud smile on her lips. "You see, my beauty is unmatched," she declared confidently, causing Lucas to raise an eyebrow.

“ Will you call the croaker to come and have a look at her? ” “ I will, but let’s get out of this room and go into our bedroom. There I'll call the croaker and have him come over right down. ” They went into the main bedroom and had Tabitha lay down on the bed until the croaker arrived. David, bless his sweet little heart was still fast asleep so she placed him into the buggy. Amy went and got a kerchief and a wet face cloth and gutted off Tabitha’s blood from her head and face. Her own wrists were red and blown from the ropes, but she refused to admit the pain as she gutted up Tabitha.