Mystic Carrion Liver Novels & Stories

Character Backstories Lily Carson Orphaned at five when her mother vanished into the woods under mysterious circumstances, Lily was raised by her aunt in a small town where whispers followed her like shadows. Her mother, believed to have succumbed to postpartum psychosis, had actually been part of the Original bloodline—wolves so ancient their power could unravel kingdoms. Lily grew up unaware of her true nature, keeping her head down as a maid at Greyhowl Manor, where she found comfort in routine and silence. Haunted by prophetic dreams and drawn inexplicably to the estate’s Alpha, Lily's quiet strength masked a storm waiting to awaken.

Then, they would place them in a place with high humidity and high temperature and wait until the carcasses began to rot before feasting. After eating a large amount of rotten meat, the Scented Phantom Cat's musk glands would start accumulating a transparent liquid. The liquid could be made into a highly stimulating aromatizer after mixing it with other spices. Hence, many brothels and even the harem beauties of various counties around Salleria and Efrax would carry fragrant sachets made by these ingredients at all times.

It just felt bizarre to call it a ‘precious body’ now. Meanwhile, the Mystic Maiden sighed. “That precious body had followed me for many years, and it was condensed using a natural barren jade. So when you took me away, you should have carried my precious body as well.” “...” Alex wanted to criticize her. ‘I raided your tomb and took away your purple jade, but I wasn’t a corpse raider. So why would I carry your corpse away? To fiddle with it?’ However, he did not dare to say it out in the end.

“Sure, what do you want to know?” She bites her lower lip, which, I won’t lie, drives me crazy. She’s freaking gorgeous. “Are your brothers like…like you?” I nod my head. As I said, I’m done with lying and covering up for everyone. “Yeah, Mikhail is an angel/demon hybrid, Kell is a Nephilim, and Carrick is a werewolf.” Her brow furrows. “Wait, does that mean Haley knows about Amara and the others?” I hesitate at first, but then I see no point in lying. I mean, she’s already angry at everyone. “Yes, Haley knows. She’s Carrick’s mate, and Amara is Kell’s mate.”

After reading Lemon's blood test report, Mable immediately called Wilbur and informed him about it. Wilbur's tone conveyed amusement. "You didn't believe my words, but you should trust your daughter's blood test results, right?" Mable replied, "No, Mr. Hammond, it's not that I didn't believe you. It's just that, back in Italee, when Little Lemon suddenly had a high fever, I took her to the hospital for tests, and they couldn't find any problems. Then, Rory drew her blood for examination and told me that Little Lemon had inherited my Necro Poison. I was infected with Necro Poison, so I knew that the recurring high fever and confusion were early signs of the Necro Poison acting up."

“Only his sister can power it. It’s her gift. He used her powers eleven years ago to charge it, overthrowing Atticus as head of the coven. But the orrery is running out of power. He’s getting weaker. Our powers as mystics can only help him so much. He needs her and will tear your uncle's kingdom apart to find her. He thought he could use you, or Princess Misty, but he needs a specific… skill set.” “What can she do–” The mystic pulls a dagger from her cloak and screams, sending it through her own heart. I rush away from her, my chest squeezing tight. Her eyes go dim as she collapses. My powers retreat. The sun shines again, covering the ashen clearing in streams of gold. The mystic’s chest ri

There was only one lycan that had golden fur in all of the lycanthropes. Riven. Riven was dead. Cara had neatly beheaded him and his body had been buried underground. The devils would retrieve his dead body from there and take it to Tartarus. So where did this golden fur come from? A kind of sick fear took hold of him and he took another step away from the curtain. "What is the colour of the girl's wolf form?",he demanded in a harsh tone. Cara stared at the vampire with a confused look. Why was he acting so strange?

The Silver Claw (Viktor Age; 35) The trapper’s blood steamed in the cold, pooling around my boots like molten copper. I crouched over his corpse, fingers buried in his ribcage, prying loose the liver. The forest reeked of iron and pine sap. A twig snapped.

The locust hops into his mouth and in attempt to vomit it, Jace swallows it He starts hitting his head on the concrete floor and glass window, picks up a glass and cut his stomach up. His intestines and liver fall on the ground blood running like a stream, within seconds Jace falls dead. The insects which devoured the people in the gym slowly crawls to Jace's body through his open stomach, just then his innards slowly return back to his stomach

Carrington shortly said. He went over Clyde's dead body and retrieved the sword Emma had stabbed him with. Covered in Clyde's blood, Carrington beheaded the Nashgur within seconds. As the creature writhed while it fought for dear life, Carrington placed its gushing blood on his head, allowing all the blood of the Nashgur to pour onto him. “No, you monster. How could you do that to a divine creature? I'm going to kill you!” she yelled. Carrington laughed as he tossed the dead Nashgur beside Clyde. With the sword still in his hand, he gave Maverick a subtle nod, causing him to free Emma.