Lictorica Novels & Stories

I brush my teeth and jump in the shower, when I finish I get dressed with a pair of dark blue jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, Before walking out of the room and give her another look. I walk into the office and Ed is there “I got the news” – he says “What do you got?” A villager saw a woman with a witch near the river, he described the woman as beautiful, with dark hair, dark eyes. “That describes half of our she-wolfs” “I know, but he managed to describe the witch as well” “So?” “Red hair, green eyes, tanned skin” “FUCKING LORENA?” – I shout “Yes, and before you ask, I’ve got our trackers looking for her”

A low, terrible sound vibrated from deep in his chest. “Helena?” he whispered, but it didn’t sound like disbelief. It sounded like betrayal sharpening into a weapon. “Elara confirmed it,” I continued, feeling the wall trembling behind me from the force of his energy. “It was a forceful ritual, meant to weaken Lyra fast to secure the claim.” Lucian roared. The sound tore through the room—through me—like an earthquake. Books rattled on shelves. The desk cracked under his fist. Something in my ribs vibrated painfully.

The only sound was my heart and the soft, broken breaths of those who had come to see if a new world could be born. I stepped to the edge of the pool. My reflection stared back- silver eyes, tangled hair, mud-streaked cheeks. Not a Luna, not a mistake. Just Lira. I spoke the Rite. “I am Lira Vale, daughter of Emric. I name what was taken. I claim what is owed. I stand for the correction. I stand for the broken. I stand for the lost.”

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

The nearness of others irked her. Starr craved Lykoan. She wanted me to ride the tongue that triggered our estrus until he was unable to talk again—my pussy grinding his face so he could only grunt—his fingers gripping and digging into my ass cheeks in search of mercy, gripping desperately—his hooded, lilacs locked on mine as he plundered me for an ecstatic death of being suffocated with my greedy pussy and resurrected in a merciless climactic cycle. Worried, Lucidora was at my side, trying to assist. She gripped my hands, pinning them on my chest, and placed a palm on my head to check my temperature. “You have to bear it, dear.”

The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."

The weakened bond between them was reinforced with energy, pulsing with power. “What is your Loúpino Ónoma?” The Chief Elder raised the challenge. Liora walked to the edge of the platform so everyone could see her, teeth bared as she thumped a fist across her chest. “I. AM. ADAMANTIA!” The victorious bellows that followed were deafening, mixed with howls and roars. Liora turned, lifting her hair away from her neck to reveal a shimmering flower tattoo on the back of her neck. It was a boon from the Goddess. Wolfsbane would never be able to kill her moving forward.

Veronica said under her breath after Lila has disappeared. Lila opened the paper and read the words that Veronica had scribbled. It was a hex spell that would disease one’s womb and make it so that the organ was unusable. The potion needed to be drank during before the person’s next menstrual cycle. Lila groaned how was she going to figure that out?

The sleeves, long and flowing, added a touch of drama, while the slit up the side revealed a glimpse of powerful, shapely legs. As Lilith prostrated before Ragnar, her red lipstick–doused lips, "My lord Ragnar," Lilith's voice, a sultry and melodic resonance. "I am Lilith Carenia of the Obsidian Moon Pack, honored to stand before you as a potential carrier of your child to secure the future of your great kingdom." A satisfied smirk spread on Ragnar’s lips

It could be true since he disappeared easily last night but it’s still unbelievable. I travelled my eyes to the lighthouse and wondered if any of it were true. I wondered if the deity named Olca, the keeper of the volcano, is still in there. She is in that lighthouse waiting for her daughter to came back home and maybe she is still on this island to stop the volcano from erupting. Like what Cortèz had said, the volcano has not erupted for a long long time now because Olca is already healed from her lover’s death.