Mane 6 Alicorns Novels & Stories

Mane Willa shifted much younger than most at the age of 15 and though she is now over 23, she still hasn’t gone into heat, meaning that she is barren and unable to supply the Pride with its next Mane. Mane Beatrice didn’t realise that Alpha Ken was using her. He knew how dominant Nala was and had planned to take his firstborn cub from Nala before then impregnating her again to give Vapor-Moon its heir. Alpha Ken never told Mane Beatrice that his Mane couldn’t supply an heir and he wanted a powerful cub to raise, in his image to take control.

He opened his mouth to bark a refusal, his wolf practically snarling behind his teeth. “Actually, that’s a wonderful idea,” Selene interrupted, her voice sweet and poisonous. She stepped forward, placing a hand on Alaeric’s arm. “The ‘Scribe’ should be useful. And it gives us some time to discuss the ceremony details in private, doesn't it, Alpha?” Alaeric looked down at Selene’s hand, then at me. I saw the war in his eyes, the Alpha who wanted to chain me to his side, and the Prince who had to play the game of politics. His pride won, but his jaw remained locked tight.

I slumped down to the floor. "How dare you contract me ...for a mere alliance Jace?" I asked in tears trying to incubate every unfortunate incidence that has met me today. "Wasn't cheating on me enough Jace, why would you sell me off, am I that disposable?" My heart ached, trying to repress the horror that shot through my mind. I shivered at the thought of being sold to a ruthless maniac who saw wolves as pleasurable retribution and lowly beings. "I needed to be on the good side of the Lycan Alpha, he needed someone to act as a Luna for him, so I contracted you in exchange for alliance !"

One of the eunuchs to the Alpha announced my entry, and the subjects bowed. "Here comes King Arlo, from the Lycan territories. The beloved mate of our Alpha–Prince, Jordy!" I approached the end of the hall, just where the steps to the podium started. Alpha Hillary and his Luna beamed with smiles and silent nods. Alpha Hillary was looking more scrawny and faded. It incited my fear that he could be seriously sick. More than he was letting on.

I made a move to ask one last question, but Diane was gone before I could blink. The image of the man with the gun metal grey eyes flashed through my mind and I barely contained the shiver than ran up my spine. Was he the Lycan King?

Her golden eyes had a hint of black, and her wolf seemed to be on the surface, raw and unbridled. Dolion's gaze narrowed, his mind racing with the realization that something was amiss. He grasped Ava's hands, which were pressing against his throat, and tried to push them away. But she didn't budge. Her strength was unexpected, and the raw power emanating from her wolf made his own beast stir. He looked down at her wrist and noticed the mark seemed to be burning red, in contrast to the silver color it was before. Ulrica’s twisted smile on Ava’s face, her red hair scattered across her face, and her evil grin sent a shiver down Dolion's spine. "The mighty Alpha King, trapped in my hands, how th

Afterall, she was going to be in my arms again, then I can apologize. ~Many years later~ I was just coming back from my search for Nisha from the werewolf kingdom, Moon Lake. It had been a futile search, just like everyday had been. I got back to the palace, and Elvira welcomed me the moment she sighted me, coming into the palace. She was my betrothed. ~A few years back~ “Alpha, the Luna seat has been vacant for too long. You have to choose a new Luna as the kingdom isn’t complete without a Luna.” Elder Dane said, with concern.

I covered Kian with my body and my head with my hand as the silver ribbon burnt into my skin, wrapping itself around my wrist. I groaned in pain as the ribbon’s length started decreasing, dragging me closer to Illumi. “Ok! Help me here! She’s stronger than she looks!” Illumi ordered his men, and they dashed towards me. Morana’s partner jumped between them. His clothes tore apart, and his masquerade fell to the ground as he got into his lycan form. Ruin’s dagger cut through the air, slicing the silver ribbon tied around my wrist. I gaped at the lycan blankly.

A spiralled, jet black horn rose from the centre of her forehead and her long, flowing mane and tail fell down over the arch of her neck and powerful hindquarters like the finest of spun silk. Razl gaped, closing his jaw quickly when he realised he was staring. But how was he not supposed to stare at a unicorn? She - for she was certainly a female from the lilt in her voice and defined, dished face - pawed at the earth, a woven gold bracelet jingling musically with precious gems on her leg. The bracelet, stretching from the knee of her right foreleg down to her fetlock, however, was not the only piece of jewellery she wore. Around her neck hung a heavy gold circlet, sliced through with crims

He, together with Dean, moved in compelling steps, their chins up and their eyes tantalizing. From the way Alric carried himself, anyone could tell he was a man of luxury. From the expensive fabric around his chest, to his golden watch and down to his signature shoes, anyone could presume he was more than twenty thousand dollars, right up front. Alric’s jaws seemed to have sharpened, his cleft chin looking more breathtaking. ‘The nerve of this married woman!’ Alana cursed. ‘She is flirting with my man!’ Alana bit her lip, realizing how she called Alric her man, and her ears burned.