Mystic Carrion Liver Novels & Stories

They’re relieved and happy they’ll finally have a Luna. I yearn to have her beside me. If I could just hold her in my arms like I did when I found her by the river, it would make me the happiest man and wolf in all of Mysteria. We head to Mystic Pride, passing through Moonstone River, east of the forest. We smell the stench of death before we see the bodies. Alpha Ezra's head has been placed on a spike, and a crow pecks the flesh. I shoo the crow away, pull the spike out of the ground, and add it to the growing pile of heads and bodies my men and I have retrieved from the houses to burn. I light a torch, throw it onto the dead, and we walk away, bereft, and empty.

" Well, now that the presentations have been made, masters of lycanthropes come and see what happened with these mutants." We advanced to the edge of the ditch before being seized by a monstrous smell. " I used my powers to reduce the putrid smell but I imagine that for lycanthropes it is not always enough." Indeed, Aisha was right, and even more so for Greg and me whose abilities were more developed than the others. It was an aberration but not only at the olfactory level, no, the sight of Rotting Corpses made me want to throw up all my guts so that I put a hand in front of my mouth to keep myself from rejecting my dinner. It was awful, it looked like a mountain of stinky zombies decomposin

Fennel said coldly. Auric said, “I'm telling the truth. The corpse in the coffin you carried back then might not be your sister’s because when we cleaned the battlefield, we didn't find your sister's body. To deal with some things, we randomly found a corpse and closed the coffin. As far as I know, your sister should be in Mystic City...” Argh! Before Auric could finish his words, Fennel’s red dragon halberd pierced his right shoulder. Fennel said coldly, “This is the price of the competition!”

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

They were simply the type of monster people were eager to get rid off because of their fire and poison. He remembered that in Fire, there were people who let this type of drake reproduce in their prairie to harvest their poison. Their poison was quite lethal and could be applied to any sort of weapons, which was the reason why they were cultivated. But he knew their flesh didn’t look like what he just saw. It’s supposed to be dark brown to black in color and not orange or glowing at all. This weird fact ticked his mind and he was curious about what actually happened back then. ‘Whatever happened back there, I have to write a report later,’ Carrola thought as he stopped healing Mugen. He look

I look at her with alarm. “They found the corpse in the alley next to the bank.” Musu states knowingly. “She cut his left eye out. She also sliced open his abdomen and took part of his liver... umm... and his heart.” “Fuck.” I swear under my breath. “Yeah, we definitely have a problem.” I tap my fingers on the desk, still looking at the computer screen. I should be furious, screaming for revenge. There is no way it’s a coincidence, but there's just no way it’s real.

Before she can recover, Carla grabs her by the neck again and forces her to her feet. “You’re lying! I can smell your fear, your disgusting fear of seeing your loved ones die. This time, I will show no mercy to you or those people unless you tell me what’s going on.” “No…” Carrie takes a few deep breaths before continuing. “I have nothing… to do with it. It’s… it’s her. Her wolf… is a hybrid, a licántel. Her protective aura comes from herself. She’s too powerful… no one… not even I can nullify her aura.”

She ran into the forest to gather some wild berries and greens to eat alongside the meat. Once the meat was cooked, Cara took out some coarse salt from her pouch and sprinkled it on top. The preparation was simple, but the fresh meat still tasted delicious. By the time they finished breakfast, it was already midday. Grey Wolf carried the leftover meat back to the cave for their evening meal. With some free time in the afternoon, Cara pulled Grey Wolf along to gather stink bug leaves. She dried them over a stone pan, then mixed them with various minerals she had previously collected to create a muscle-paralyzing poison.

I say. “I understand, but can I see him?” She asks, bouncing on her toes some more, inadvertently exposing herself. Mystics have unusual cocks! I thought the canine-like Lycan cocks of my mates were unusually shaped, but hers is huge and lavender tinted near the tip with three progressive knots and a smooth tip. I don’t want to think about it! “Oops! It’s not like anything you are used to, is it?” Dee asks.

That alone was scary enough, to think that one single creature could take down such a big animal, it allowed the mind to imagine what horrors could do to fragile bodies. All they knew was they didn’t eat the bodies, they didn't always collect it, but they were gruesome. It was thanks to Carrison’s husband, Nick, that they figured the first patterns: They grabbed the victim, dragged it away from any light, and then they ripped their limbs off. They teared their faces, without any remorse they opened the bodies and took the organs out. The only organ they did take was the liver, but it was still unknown if they ate it or if it was a gift for a superior individual.