Lord Mictlan Novels & Stories

Almo:(comes to the guard)we are here to see the king Guard:I asked who the both of you are and not what you are here for Fire lord Leto:(comes outside)leave them guard they are here to see me,as for who they are I will find out myself (as he looks at both Almo and Romero) Guard:OK your majesty Fire lord Leto:Right this way gentlemen (as he escorts them into the palace) Almo:thank you your majesty (as he and Romero follow fire lord Leto into the palace) In the fire palace Fire lord Leto:so?(as he walks to his throne and sits down)who are you people and what are you here for? Almo:Am Almo and he is Romero (points to Romero)we are from mars and we are here to strike a deal your majesty

"Then his son, Prince Xander burnt him" Her uncle and cousin had done that?. Now, she remembered. She did mention the story of her trial and her father's death to them when she visited them two days ago. "So now, you're a mated wolf", Mikayla had stated the obvious which had made Diya nod before Malaysia spoke up. "Malachi has found his mate too but she's an ice drakaina and he's upset". "Why?". "He wanted a fire drakaina". "What's her name?".

Dante sat at the very top as the Lycan King, but the pyramid beneath him was built on shifting sand. Don Moretti. The name sent a cold ripple through my mind. In this world, the Obsidian Syndicate was the sun, and everything else revolved around it. At the very center of this sun sat the Lycan King. Dante was the absolute monarch of a system that controlled international trade, high-end technology, and the laws of the supernatural world.

James feigned confusion and asked, “What’s the Forladtt Land?” Before Xitlaly could respond, Xainte interjected, “It’s basically a hellish abyss, extremely unfriendly to us. Once we’re there, Aunt Lyla and Aunt Rebella will send us to the fourth layer, where countless extraterritorial spirits never cease to attack. Moreover, their cultivation bases are extremely high, and there’s no respite.”

I can sense her overwhelming sadness. My head is full of so many questions. Would Liam want a barren Luna? What if I can’t provide him with an heir? Mor attempts to soothe me, “Em, I’ve never stopped searching for answers and well, there are still things I haven’t tried. Besides, I have spent thousands of years uninhabited, meaning… I wasn’t matched to a human. Don’t give up hope. Please”. I decide to think about happier things for the time being.

“His image,” Vera finally said. “And his vices.” Now they were getting somewhere. Isaac tilted his head, keeping his voice light and breezy as he murmured, “Vices? What kind of vices?” Vera glanced toward the palace, as if worried they might be overheard. “He pretends to be so proper, so traditional,” she said, lowering her voice. “But there’s this Lycan liquor he loves—Blue Moon Spirit. It was banned from export to the Werewolf kingdom during the trade disputes a few years ago.”

" What?" " Huh?" She gave me a confused look." Antonia?" Mia jounced sluggishly showing she was confused in my unforeseen interest."Yeah.Eve's friend." I stopped walking and lowered ."Wait.Eve and Antonia are musketeers?" " I just said that, did not I?" I was caught off guard by Mia's harsh tone, the sweet side you first see when you meet her disguises the fact that she's still related to a family of Mafia leaders. I nearly forgot that." S-sorry." She just goggled at me, she did not feel angry or anything but her unresistant expression just made it scarier in my opinion. Suddenly she smiled and seized my hand." Let's go."

"Well, you're welcome to White Plateau Pack where everyone treats their neighbors nicely," Lillith smiled, feeling relieved that she hadn't walked into a den of lions and cruel people. "My name is Liliith. Thanks for accepting me here," She stretched out her hand for a handshake and he took it, lingering for a while before bringing her hand to his lips and kissing softly. "And you, Lillith, are a very beautiful woman." "Thank you." Lucian was a very handsome man. His dark features were distinct from Leon's. Leon had dark brown hair the color of coffee with gray eyes that looked like a snow storm.

My foot I say to all those foolish uncultured creatures. But back to the plan... I know exactly what I'm going to do, little miss perfect aren't going to be so perfect after I'm done with her. She will be equivalent to Lilly's disfigured paintings. With a dark grin spreading on her lips, one similar to the grin the devil himself would be spotted in. The chills that run down one's spine after witnessing it would certainly crawl down your spine like a lone drop of water running down one's exposed back. •●•

Leslie POV Maidstone, North America, 2000. What the hell is this scent? Swiftly the light went off, then darkness and stillness possessed the room. I dropped the Shakespeare’s Othello book on the stool and shifted the part of my head into the wolf’s head and let out a silent growled. The room was still nothing amiss. Michael was snoring on the bed, and I was glad he was, for I don’t want anybody to know about my identity as a wolf.