Novelas y relatos de Lictorica

"That is not until tomorrow. A full day away." "It is the best I can offer." Miriam sighed but nodded. "At least let me give you something to help maintain your strength." She produced a small vial from her robes. The liquid inside glowed faintly silver. "What is it?" "A tonic Queen Elara developed. It does not restore your power, but it helps your body process what little you have more efficiently." She pressed it into my hand. "Drink it now. All of it." I uncorked the vial and drank. The liquid tasted of moonlight and honey, if such a thing were possible. Warmth spread through my chest, and the flickering silver light steadied slightly.

Icarra stepped forward slowly. “What is it?” Lucian looked at her carefully then handed her the scroll. Her fingers trembled as she broke the seal. Three words stared back at her. Bring Her Alive. And beneath it the symbol of the Ancient Lycan Council, but what truly made her blood run cold was the final signature at the bottom. A name, one she recognized instantly, one that should have been impossible. Her mother’s.

Lucian looked confused about why he needed to harm Xylia. “Lucian, you have to hurt her. I told you to do it.” Vica told him, looking like she was going to blow up. Lucian looked at Vica, then at Xylia. He groaned, then doubled over in pain. The spell was trying to make him do what Vica told him to do, but the bond he had to Xylia was keeping him from hurting her in that manner. Lucian screamed as he fell to the floor, fighting the pain.

The nightmare always ends the same way. Lila on her knees in the mud. Rain plastering her hair to her skull, dripping down her face indistinguishable from tears. The silver cord inside her chest ripping apart fiber by fiber, a sensation like being flayed from the inside out while still breathing. Lucian's voice, flat as a blade: *"I, Lucian Blackwood, Alpha-heir of the Mooncrest Pack, hereby reject you, Lila Winstone, as my fated mate. You are released from the bond. You are released from the pack. You are released from my protection."*

It moved through him like a current, and his Lycan — the ancient, powerful creature that lived beneath his skin — stirred for the first time in years. Sebastian's steps slowed. He followed the scent with his eyes, moving past faces and masks until he found her — a dark-haired woman near the edge of the crowd, head bowed, face half-hidden behind a black mask. She wasn't looking at him. She didn't know. His Lycan surged forward with a single, certain word that resonated through every part of him. "Mate."

That slow, knowing smile. “The human girl,” he said. “The one you’re hiding for some reason.” For a second, I couldn’t breathe. The hall tilted. My Lycan roared, demanding blood for threatening our mate. ~

No horns and shouts, the warriors moved in silence Then came the hooded, faceless figures, their eyes glowing like fireflies from the pit. The scouts They didn’t walk, they glided over the earth silently Luca emerged, barking orders. Ryder pushed Crystal behind him. “Form ranks!” he shouted. “Do not engage unless ordered!” The mist deepened and then she came. Elira. She hovered over the rocky ground, cloaked in silver. Shadows curled around her. Every part of her screamed of command but her eyes were old.

“I will not allow that…” “Relax, Luna.” He replies looking to Ilsa and nodding. “It will not be by force. I have seen that too.” Ilsa says. “Your firstborn is destined to be mated with Juan’s daughter by will of the Moon Goddess.” “But my daughter is already twelve.” Juan says. Ilsa smiles. “Not Sophie.” She says. “Your mate will bear you more pups this year. It is of this litter that the Lycan King’s mate will be born.”

“My secret weapon.” I said nothing, carefully threading my feet until I was back on the edge of the bed where I sat with my pendant in hand. Thomas dragged a chair to the space beside me. “Is it some kind of magic rock that you're going to be needing to curse Maya again?” “Its called lumaris.” “Lumuris?” “No.” I corrected sternly, “Lumaris. This rock is made from the dust of the actual powers Fire and ice wolves have. It is the most powerful secret weapon we could ever need.”

Lycidas stepped forward, his hands glowing with arcane power. “Let’s see how you handle this!” Lycidas shouted, creating a portal that swallowed the arbiter momentarily, disorienting him before spitting him back out.