Lord Mictlan Novels & Stories

Elara asked, her voice crisp and clear. "She is nothing," Bryson answered instantly, turning his back on Glenda to stand beside his wife. Elara nodded once and took two steps toward Glenda, stopping just out of reach. "You claim to be Luna," Elara said, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "But a Luna has dignity. A Luna has grace. You look like a rabid dog that slipped its leash." "I am the true Luna!" Glenda screeched, lunging forward with her claws extended.

June leaned closer to confirm her suspicions of the creature that Madison found to make sure that it was what Veronica had morphed into. “A Lamia? “June said. She read the description of the folklore. “Seriously, where did you find this book? “ “Like I told you before, I found it on the bookshelf down there,” Madison said as she continued to scroll through the pages. “Trying to find out what coach Lockwood turn into? “April G asked. “Yeah, I think I just found it,” “Well, do not keep us in suspense,” June said. “He was an aqrabuamelu. Apparently, it is a scorpion human hybrid that feeds on virgins and young women, “

She had been marked and imprinted with a human. Leonidas Maximilian was a pure human who was only unfortunate enough to be associated with shape-shifters, wolf-shifters to be exact. According to the data his men had gathered, Leonidas Maximilian is also, unfortunately, a blood brother to a turned wolf Alexander Maximilian who also happens to be also on his list to kill. Unfortunately, he is under the protection and is a part of the Tacita Mortes Pack.

“The one responsible for her being banished from the community.” “What are you talking about?” I frowned, confused. Leonel took a seat next to me. I noticed the exact moment when he stopped being him and became Roscoe, his wolf. “My mother, the witch of legend, was blessed at birth with light. She even had a small star-shaped birthmark,” he began, his voice being thicker than normal. “However, what nobody knows about the legend is that she had a brother. A twin.” I gasped, too surprised to contain myself. Even Hunter was excited to hear the whole story.

she said, correcting herself as she examined their unearthly visitor, "not Death... Malkouth." As the image faded, another came into view, and Lunus followed the dancing blue light as it led her deeper into the Devil's Cave. The new image showed a man slitting another man's throat with a knife before the flames. Malkouth took the man and wrapped him in his ghostly form. She continued the story as the panels took her further down into the depths of the dank and dreary darkness of the tomb. The men who were gathered began to change and became like wolves. They drove out the wolves of the forest who vexed them, and the town was established.

“And if they’re not, everything Life and Death won in the war will be returned.” “And let me guess,” Anton says, his voice flat. “Orion was born, triggering the start of the curse. And that eclipse happens in about…twenty weeks?” “Twenty-one,” Laila says, turning a smile on him like she thinks he’s quite clever. “The God of Death wanted Orion to have at least a little time for a honeymoon before he takes over the responsibilities of ruling the Underworld and the Deadlands both.”

The driver gave him appreciation by as he got off the truck. First light Academy was arranged at the western piece of the Academy Sector. It offered courses in different teaches and was positioned the fifth among twenty or so foundations in Morante City and ninth among every one of the institutes on the Grindia Continent. A sculpture of a young lady who looked around twelve to thirteen years of age killing a tremendous mythical serpent with a jeweled sword should have been visible at the entry. This courageous little youngster was the Dawn Goddess Loria. She is the little girl of Singwa, the divine force of light, sun and war, and Daphlyn, the Silvermoon Goddess. In the Grindia mythos, it wa

“Where did you find this ritual, anyway?” “The library at Eclipse U has all sorts of interesting stuff if you know where to look.” Denver looked up, his lip ring glinting in the candle light. The flames reflected in his dark eyes, making it look as though they were glowing. “I’m painting a sigil on the floor that’ll call on the spirit. It’ll draw power from the flames to appear to us. Then we’ll make a deal with it. You don’t have to worry about that part. You’re basically just here to act as a battery for us.”

“Welcome to the Silver Moon territory.” She met my gaze steadily, her expression unreadable. “Thank you for allowing me entry, Rykor,” she replied coolly, though there was a tremor of unease in her voice. I nodded, taking in her defiant posture and the guarded pain in her eyes. “Of course. Follow me. I’ll show you around.” As we walked through the lush greenery that surrounded the estate, I caught glimpses of my pack members watching us from a distance—eyes wide with curiosity and apprehension. The stories of the Luna of Death were not easily forgotten, and her presence here was nothing short of a marvel.

“Do it now!” “Coraline!” Zayn yelled, his face a portrait of horror as he lunged forward to snatch the spear from my grip. That same expression I had seen in my dreams, but this is no fantasy. The Zayn in my dream is different from the one I'm facing right now. That is something I should acknowledge. “I’m giving her a favor! Can’t you see, Zayn? I’m freaking tired of all their games! You can’t even reprimand them!”