Novelas y relatos de Lictorica

He handed her a thick sheet of paper, ad she stared at it. “The first lot today is the Lirael's Golden Torc.” She pointed to the second neckpiece close to the podium as she walked up to it. “The Golden Torc of Lirael is a legendary artifact from the mythical kingdom of Lirael, said to have been created by the ancient sorcerer-king, Aranthor, over a thousand years ago. Crafted from enchanted gold and adorned with gemstones, it is said to possess the power to bind the wearer’s soul to the land itself, granting immortality and control over natural elements.”

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”

he sauntered over to my side and affectionately wrapped his arm around my shoulders. With trembling hands I swiped the screen of my phone, bringing it to life and opened the website. My heart beating fast inside my ribcage and my throat parched like a desert. I punched in my name 'Karica Wakins' and searched. The results were displayed in a second on the screen and I gasped and almost dropped my phone. 1. Liastronse level = 91% 2. Fertile or Barren = Fertile 3. Potential Mate = Xynathius Warvine

I simply smiled at her, knowing Rachelle was now on fire. “As we witnessed the game, the king will personally award the prize to the winner. Lady Anastasia Cullen didn’t only outsmart her opponent but she also showed good sportsmanship, grace, and strength as she won flawlessly,” the announcer said. Darius took a medium-sized box from the table. “This token symbolizes the history of Lycans. From what you have shown earlier, you’ve earned this prize,” he said, handing me the box. I was about to take it when our hands touched. I tried to grab the box from his hand, but he intentionally held my hand.

People take years to get over a incident or trauma they got by someone in a week. Hence, her talking about her traumas the whole day won't be a wrong thing to do. "Are you angry about it? If yes then don't be. Anger is a punishment you give yourself for others mistake. Don't harm yourself. They are going to die one day anyways," Nicolas said and Amara nodded her head. "I am not. I just want to be the best version of myself," Amara said. "And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise."

“We cannot fight them, so we need a plan to free Rita.” “Any idea why they attacked Rita?” Lucian asked. “She wasn’t even inside the labyrinth.” Alfred turned to face him. “Were you?” A smirk appeared on Lucian’s face. “What does that matter?” Lucian was genuinely curious, because it didn’t seem appropriate to tell the father of the woman he had proposed to in the fall that he entered the labyrinth after his mate. “These are Thorntaurs, punishers for the exalted. Did you encounter an azure in the labyrinth?” Alfred asked with arched brows.

This was his moment to get something incriminating. “What is it my lord?” He asked, his attention fully drawn. “I want to gift the winner of the tournament something precious”. He said. “To show my support”. Lucifer wrinkled his brows in confusion. “My lord, the promotion should be rewarding enough”. Lucifer argued. “Yes, yes it is. Still, I want to reward the winner with a special gift”. God said. “What is it?” He asked. Another silence. “A sword”. Lucifer almost laughed. Of all things, he wanted to gift a sword. It was the least thing he had expected and also not incriminating in the slightest.

Lilith who was full of envy and resentment, obeyed no matter how much she dislikes it. The throne was promised to her long ago, even on the time Elspeth was already born, the crown was promised to her. Until Veronica was born, everything Hikaris have promised her was then dedicated to the woman with amethyst eyes: Veronica. “Is everybody ready?” Taylor asked as she points her rifle on the exact angle to distract the guards. “We are ready to engage, General.” Taylor’s team said in union.

“I won’t shriek in fear, or recoil from the sight of you. I will feed you no longer, Torture God!” “You are wrong,” hissed Salem’s voice. “I will always be able to use your love as a weapon against you. Who shall I hurt next? That friend of yours, Loretta?” “Go ahead. She’s a masochist, so she’ll probably enjoy it. You’ll be wasting your time.” I waited for Salem’s reply, but it did not come. Instead, infected incubi flew towards me. I cut through one, and then another, and another, until the skies were empty. Still, Salem did not reply.

He walked over to her making her breathing stop as his mouth-watering scent graced her present her heart skipped a beat as she felt him behind her, he reached up taking the bottle with the paper. "Here you go," Lilith turn around, not meeting his eyes as she took the bottle. "Thank you." She walked around him, taking out the spell from the bottle, reading the ingredients. 1 petal from Apliorcoine flower. A pure tear from a demon and celestial 3 roots from the Canna d'Écho flower. 8 branches from Rhododendron de la Caverne tree 2 Kobold Ear 1 Siren Infusion 1 Devil Bitterweed