Lord Mictlan Novels & Stories

I pictured those same tits in my hands, her body twisting and moaning while I slapped them until they bounced and turned red. “Mother, what is going on?” Darius asked, snapping me out of the filthy haze. “Haven’t you noticed something strange about your city Luna?” He frowned, glancing between me and his mother. “What is strange?” “She has no scent,” his mother said. “I noticed it yesterday. She is fooling you.” Darius turned to me, “I noticed that too, Lyra. Why don’t you have a scent?” Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

He has become a completely different god altogether. Michiall, the playful, vibrant, and extremely curious god of games and mischief has turned into Dorchadais – the literal god of Darkness, wielder of one of the most fundamental forms of energy. But in order for him to be free, the chains need to be fully broken. And because of the lesser amount of dark energy on the middle plane, he also needs a vessel to act as his conduit and bring more darkness to Meanach. Once he has turned Meanach into an annex of Iochtarach, he can then ascend and become powerful enough to face the other gods once again.

she began, settling comfortably into the recliner before us. "When you say 'four elders,' don't tell me it's those damn..." I paused, not wanting to finish the sentence, but she interrupted me before I could. "My dear, the elders you speak of are not mere mortals. They are divine beings, the moon god and moon goddess of the highest magical realm. Five of them exist, each representing one of Earth's magical species. The most powerful among them is the moon goddess herself. Next, there's Lord Dracula, the ancient ruler of the vampires. Then, we have Lord Hitler, the fearsome elder of the dragons. Lady Muna, the graceful elder of the mermaids, and finally, Lord Damien, the formidable leader of

The pointer moved again, and again. "A...M...A...S. H...T...U.” The pointer stopped. They all watched for a moment to see if it would move again, but it remained where it was. "I guess that's it," Ryan said. Lexi grabbed her smartphone and began busily tapping the screen to search the word. "Lamashtu," she read, "an ancient demon thought to..." Before she could read any more, the ground began to tremble and a sound like distant thunder rumbled through the rock beneath them. They all sprang to their feet.

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

The only body that it accepted was the magic of her own. Allen Samuel sacrificed people to endure the pain that caused dark magic on his body. Estelle was lucky to have given me a special gift, because it relieved the pain. I am now here in a meeting in which the council called as the netherworld. Leaders of several species met here, including all Alphas, several important sorcerers of the community and Donovan as the king of vampires.

That had to be Luna Laurel. At Regal’s right sat his Beta—broad-shouldered, arms crossed, a visible scar running from his temple to his jaw. The rest were elders, each with eyes that flickered like dying embers. The room was heavy with authority, and every move we made was being measured. Ryan inclined his head respectfully. “Alpha Regal. Luna Laurel. Council elders. Thank you for receiving us.” Regal’s gaze moved over Ryan, then to Trevor, and finally to me.

Tall, pale, and dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked like he’d stepped out of a Victorian painting. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "I am Professor Laurent. While I may not practice witchcraft, I have spent centuries studying its many forms. And so, you will learn from me." Rita slid into a seat, pulling out her notebook— And then he walked in. The shorthaired wolf from last night. He moved with deliberate calm, his shoulders tense as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on her, something flickered in his gaze—something hungry.

“Ouch.. why does it hurt and where am I?“ we both gasped as Elora literally woke up that very second right on cue. Maya loosened her hold on me and rushed to Eloras side. “Nothing of that matters right now. The main thing is, are you ok?” Maya exclaimed, stroking Eloras cheek with such concern in her big wide eyes. Elora smiled and gave a slight nod whilst trying not to wince at the same time. It was not a very convincing act. Even I could see that she was in a lot of pain. “Elora, do you know who I am?” I stepped forwards and she stared at me, confused. “You are the next in line alpha of the pack. George.” She answered.

“I deeply apologize for the loss of your father.” Theodore nodded. “It is unfortunate that the humans feel threatened by our kind and attack us.” He turned to look at the rest of us. “I did not call this meeting to put fear in your hearts. I just wanted you all to know the situation of things with other packs as it concerns us” he squeezed my mother’s hand. “We have heard enough sad stories. I am tired of the long faces and the scared eyes. We should drink tonight and feast. It is a full moon. For a moment, let’s forget about our fears and worries and bask in the power of the moon goddess. Cheers to that.”