Lit-RPG Novels & Stories

He lunged toward her fast and lethal. Their claws collided. A sharp pulse of dark magic split the air. Lyla’s breath hitched. The rival’s claws slid toward her chest fast. Lyla’s body twisted beneath the strike. Her claws sank into his side. The rival’s breath sharpened. His amber gaze burned beneath the thin stretch of light. "You’re strong," the rival said softly. Lyla’s silver gaze burned. "You have no idea." The rival’s claws flashed toward her throat. Lyla’s body twisted beneath the strike. Her claws tore through his ribs.

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

The Nanny started muttering, looking under the covers and in the wardrobe, but the mischievous child couldn't be found anywhere. "Lady Lisbeth will have my head if I've lost the little shite again, Ragnar!" The heavyset woman left the room, deciding to try the library, hoping she'd have more luck there. As soon as the door closed, the ceiling shimmered, and the golden dragonling landed lightly on the floor. Ragnar Delgaard was a confident child. Despite the war that raged on between Dragons and werewolves, he would still venture outside to play in the orchards or breathe in fresh air-much to his mother's dismay. Today he had a sneakier objective in mind.

The memories I had deliberately buried came crashing back like a tidal wave. My face drained of all color in an instant. In my previous life, I had lived in despair under the control of this demon. Luca loved the sight of women’s blood and the sound of their painful moans. He delighted in absolute submission. Even a wife was nothing more than a toy to him. On our wedding night in my previous life, he beat me until my body was covered in wounds. When I finally managed to escape back home, I had cried and begged my father for help.

I felt sick to my stomach, a cramp seizing me. But none of that mattered anymore. I took out my silver staff, and strode resolutely towards the Elder's Council Hall. It was time to put an end to all of this. "Luna-to-be?" one elder asked, confused. "I am not your Luna," my voice was calm and clear. "I never was." The elders looked at each other. I walked to the center of the council table. "I, Lyra, Princess of the Moonshadow Realm, hereby renounce my fated mate bond with Kaelen Blackclaw."

she instructs in a voice like grinding stone, referring to the tiny table coated with black salt. I lay Aaron down gently. His little chest rises and falls in fast, shallow spasms. His eyes roll under fluttering lids as he whimpers, perspiration soaking his flimsy Star Wars pajamas. Madame Liora’s withered fingers move with astonishing speed as she writes patterns over his forehead with charcoal. She repeats old incantations beneath her breath, her words echoing through the air like distant thunder. The candles surrounding us flicker furiously, throwing grotesque shadows along the rune-scarred walls.

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.

I explained. If Della and I were to be mates and there were already issues with dreams so vivid and desperate, I'd be lying if I didn't feel the fear creeping into my throat. "I've heard of mates having synchronised dreams. It just doesn't happen often," Lilith said as she turned the page of a book she was reading.

West Point of View “Aghh!” I enjoy the scream of each rogue as I stamp the heated metal in their body. “We promise not to do it again!” They begged. I look at the five of them. They outnumbered my Luna! I look at the one guy who remains silent. I walk closer to him. I raised the metal but he didn’t flinch a bit. “I don’t know that the Legendary Luna is that weak.” His devilish laugh echoed in the whole room.

She felt something was off about him but she couldn't quite pinpoint it “Where are you headed?” he asked. *** Lyra and Jasper sat in silence, eating raspberry and white chocolate cupcakes. Jasper had walked Lyra to Tyler’s corner. Unfortunately, he wasn’t there. Jasper had offered to follow Lyra to the coffee shop. “What pack are you from?” Jasper asked, breaking the silence. “Umm..” Lyra said choking on her food. “Dark hills pack” she lied through her teeth. “what about you?” “Salem pack” he muttered looking away from her.