Lictorica Novels & Stories

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.

The others leaned in closer, their expressions piqued with curiosity. "Alaric?" Samantha repeated, a look of confusion on her face. "I've never heard of him." "That's because his existence has been erased from the history books when he was defeated over forty years ago," Lucas replied. "My parents told me about him when I was younger. Alaric was a Lycan who believed himself to be a god. He claimed to have been blessed by the moon goddess herself, and he convinced others to worship him as a divine being. Alaric's followers were fanatical and would do anything he commanded, even if it meant causing harm to innocent people."

"Die trator!" I just shut my eyes and sped up the healing so at least this lycan will live even if I die, but instead of my neck getting slashed, it was the healer threatening me who's head rolled in the ground. "Are you okay?" Sir Vitto asked while panting. His hands are smoking from touching the healer's spear he took from the other dead healer. He came and slashed the healer's neck using the spear, but that spear is made of pure silver, which is the lycan's weakness.

"Branches twist refuse the tempt or claims devour eternal." "Clear paths Lira," I urged flames coiling. "Your visions see the bind true or tempt's snare?" "Harmony guides flame heir whispers unveil without force branches clear refuse tempt forge deeper," Lira intoned veil shifting. The nexus twisted unnatural horrors vein pulsing branches grasping like tendrils alive. Maerin's orb attuning frantic glowing. "Echoes scream ancient horrors artifacts pulse close blood drop seals true." I pricked my finger mingling essence with Alexander's on the map holo flaring violet potent paths clarifying amid whispers' lure.

Torches lit the ring, shadows writhing like snakes. The Seer cut my palm. The blood sizzled against the stone. “Step forward,” she whispered. “Do not look back.” Lucian stood just beyond the circle, his face carved in pain. He did not move. He could not not if the ritual was to work. I burned his image into me: the gold of his eyes, the scars across his jaw, the way his chest rose and fell with a breath that hurt him to take. Then I stepped into the circle.

“Wanted for arson? You mean the crime you so meticulously set up? Like I would waste my time starting a fire to harm this good-for-nothing bastard who’s already on his way to hell.” Kylan stepped forward indignantly but a glare from Chase halted him in his tracks. I scoffed. He could be so vicious and manipulative out of sight but when he stood in from of his opponent, he was nothing but a coward. “Because you have a powerful lycan backing you, you think you’re all that now.” Lily sneered. “Let me break it to you that you aren’t.”