Lord Mictlan Novels & Stories

“Lex, does that name sound familiar?” “Hmm, somehow yes, but I can’t put my paw on how I know it.” After a few minutes of picking my brain with no success, Reggie tells us about Leticia’s shady informants tipping her off about a portal in Crete that leads to Mount Olympus. What they didn’t tell her was that Aries’s Colchian dragon guards the entrance.

**December 14, 2030 – Xibalba, the Throne Cenote** We emerged like comets streaking with purpose. The throne cenote matched her whispered nightmares: walls of dark stone etched with ancient symbols, floor smooth and unyielding, vast space under a starless expanse. Twelve Death lords encircled the center. Celeste knelt there, weakened. The Twin Thunder Crown, restored and radiant, rested upon the Death Lord King’s brow. He mocked her triumphantly. She endured, violet energy flickering from her as the crown drew her strength.

"At the heart of the desert lies the lands of the Tuariz. Tuarland is the greatest kingdom in the desert lands and one of the only two kingdoms that were not conquered by the second Mashirotzu, Mikato Sanada. "Mikato launched a war against the whole of Mundillum after his brother, the first Mashirotzu was betrayed and murdered by the Elves of Prasiemgard. Mikato's wars led to the birth of the largest and strongest empire in the known history of Mundillum.

Oliver has not tried it, but he had seen lycans who fell severely ill after experiencing such things, and he did not want to try something he was pretty sure was out of his supernatural abilities. “Okay, do what you think is best. I suggest you also make it fast. The execution will be at three, take note of that,” Lisbon reminded Oliver firmly. Alpha Oliver clearly affirmed his superior’s orders, and the conversation came to an end. Then, he turned around to speak to the Crown Prince respectfully. “Your Majesty,” Alpha Oliver addressed the Crown Prince respectfully. But Mauricio shook his head. “Please, don’t talk to me that way. I feel so embarrassed about myself. I do not belong to the blo

She has no idea that this mansion is like a magical labyrinth; every corner could hold a secret. I'm yearning with all my might for that dragon-shaped, deadly snake to devour her and suck her soul dry. Dragazon feeds specifically on humans, their life force, and soul. This helps him stay alive in a world he doesn't belong to, just like me and my brother Maciel.

He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone. “Wow” she said mockingly “I hope your magicules last.” As dark smoke comes out from her palms wrapping Lynx then throwing him against the wall. Lynx protection spell got broken making them exposed on Luma energy suction spell. Luma’s laugh echoed across the cave, like a witch successfully turned a child into a mouse. Thinking how being human weakens the once upon a time strong sentinels of the Moon and Sun. “I am still willing to be your Priestess you know” Luma said to Lynx “Just bow down to me, I will forgive you” she said pulling Lynx closer to her

Arches was the major border between the north and west regions, and Montana Pack was located in the heart of it. Because of this, the Montana pack had never been invited for the Luna rituals, because former Lycans believed the Montana pack was not part of the western region. Until Velkan had invited them for this one. Mia. That’s why Velkan had wanted to marry Mia. Mia could possibly be the moon princess and Velkan wanted to awaken the moon power. What could Velkan want with the powers? ***** “I should have all their heads on my table.” Velkan flung papers off his office table in anger. “They dare to defy me?”

The plan was so dangerous that Elio had not even told Andrew about it. However, the moment Lachlan rushed into the Blood Sanctum, he was met by the last of the three emperors, Alfonso Ortega of Mirelan. The opponent was fully armed, and his iron-clad hands clenched abruptly toward Lachlan. Invisible forces surged forth as Lachlan's figure dissolved into a wisp of smoke and vanished. A storm strong enough to overturn mountains erupted from inside the Sanctum. Lachlan stumbled back out, his expression grim.

Her eyes, two glowing orbs of malevolent power, stared unblinkingly at the figure kneeling before her—Lord Draven. Draven, once a powerful and feared vampire lord, now looked like a beaten dog. His normally imposing figure was hunched, his head bowed low in submission. His plan had failed. Despite his careful preparation, his meticulous execution, he had not succeeded in killing Lara, the Luna of Tribiano. Worse still, Magnus had discovered his deception before Draven could strike. Now, he was back in Thana's dark domain, awaiting her judgment.

He pivoted slowly until facing the writhing creature fully, his expression inscrutable. "Speak quickly, wretch," Damien instructed. The thing bobbed its fractured head, spewing a mix of coherent words and slobbering howls. "Forgive us… our disrespect… sires. We scented the Lunar Might and—akh—" It hacked, spraying viscous phlegm. "And thought to claim it for… Mikhail," it said. Low growls instantly thrummed from both alphas at the mention of that name like a vile curse. "We live… to serve his will," the rogue whined through inflamed vocal cords.