Lord Mictlan Novels & Stories

She tore off the files from the base. She placed it on the table and it read. "In case you should find it, Melissa Dunham, Luna of Dunham. These files contain everything we know about the underground organization among us called the Oracle." She glanced towards Beatrice and Beatrice shook her head. She flipped the first page and there was a picture attached to it. It was a building with a placard, Infinite Zoos, placed on the building.

I ask, wanting to know who Trent is. “Yep.” K lifts his eyes to me for a moment, but it is enough for me to see they are lifeless. And blue. His eyebrows rise, and he blinks a few times before frowning. ‘A Dacian vampire.’ Queen Lamia despises Dacian vampires, claiming they plot against her and her people. Maybe that’s why she needs the Sword of Nightmares and sent me here to train? As one of her knights, it is my duty to protect her from any threats.

Petyr bowed his head. Mitch nodded. "Then, I, Alpha-king, Mitch Chester, last blood of the Lycan race and King of the Alpine mountain Kingdom of Wolves, hereby induct you to be part of this kingdom. I will protect you with the last of my blood, and not ask you of anything that will bring you dishonor" I felt the pack bond envelope everyone including the new family. In a blink of an eye, Mitch was not human. His beast stood on two legs almost 9 feet tall and huge. His eyes were blazing red as he gazed at the kingdom.

Without their labor, the shifters were never able to maintain all this realm once had to offer. It took centuries to create a realm that is now lost. And only three years to destroy it according to history. It’s no wonder the Lycans went into hiding. Only emerging in the past five years when Lamia and Mathias took Riocht. As I looked at the grand white palace, taking in the statues that guarded the entrance and lined the outer terrace, my eyes settled on the one that depicted Inanna. Lamia was indeed her reincarnation; the resemblance was uncanny. So was that of the great king Conri to Kellen.

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

Pritus leant back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. Anyen hummed her agreement. Then, using a waft of air commanded by her fingertips, she cleared the table. Lily watched in awe, and, though she tugged at the end of her braid nervously, she did not look afraid. “What kind of creature is Mundo?” she asked, still watching the plates float across the gap between the table and the counter. “A wolf,” Pritus said, to Elijah’s surprise. Lily’s face registered only polite interest, until Pritus added, “Don’t worry. Not everyone in Entra is like us.”

{My name is Tamerlane Shonod… The Trailblazer… The Earthscorcher…} Sketches of a human’s musculatory system, placed side by side and then inlaid with that of an ocean lizard splayed on its back. And, bursting with her own strange version of love for Tamerlane, Himiko giving the prophetic warning to Sasha: {Tamerlane and I are hard at work to reverse nature’s perversion. We shall cut off the tenth head before the sickness can spread…}

in the future. She also doubted Omon would have any of that Olgsburg rum. It seemed nice. Wait. Her mind flickered and she turned to look at their bedroom. She hurried inside, grabbing Jude's bottle of rum once again and reading its label. “Olsburg, Made in Barbados.” This was human made grum. Lena frowned, disappointed to know that her mate had been off to the human societies without her. It was something she always wanted to do, he knew that and yet. Perhaps there truly was no way she could change him. She wondered if the moon goddess ever made mistakes with allocation of mates.

Laryn Earth is much as I remember-busy, noisy, and crowded. Because of military radar, I must limit flying as a dragon, which is never easy when one is in a hurry. I also don't want Dmitri, a vampire of this realm, to tip off Bastian that I am here. I have no doubt Bastian used Dmitri's connections to discover the location of the chalice. The man in question, the one with no morals, lives in a place called Texas. It sounds decidedly liberal, which matches this country's appalling views on feudal societies. I mumble the name a few times, "Tex-ass, Tex-ass." It totally fits.

“Yes, schorl is known to wound royals, pretty badly at that, but it is not fatal to us. Schorl is only lethal to celestials who do not descend from true royal blood.” Mitzie looked down while she nodded her head in understanding. “I’ve been so overwhelmed with information these last few days, I feel like my brain is going to explode,” she chucked before looking back to her son’s image. “So, what are we supposed to do now?” Without answering, Darius snapped his fingers, instantly transporting them to the realm of Etheron. Mitzie closed her eyes and smiled as she inhaled the delicious aroma of stuffed mushrooms. “I could never get tired of this smell,” she said.