Mystic Carrion Liver Novels & Stories

he mumbled sadly and I raised my brow and glared at him. "You were unfaithful at every turn and lied to me about mundane things, how could I ever love that," I replied and he sighed deeply and nodded. Before he could do anything Firo pulled out a silver dagger and rammed it deep into Lennex's wolf's gut. Firo pulled it across Lennex's stomach and I watched his internal organs begin to fall to the ground. I wanted to rush to Lennex but Mystrel grabbed me and held me back as I gazed into Lennex's dying red eyes. I mouthed that I loved him as he faded from existence. He changed back into his vampire and then burned into ash. Mystrel turned me and pressed me to his chest as he ran quickly away f

ALPHA DAMON. I mean I suspected that his death wasn't natural, but actually hearing and confirming it, I'm filled with rage like I can't explain. “How and what kind of poison?” I ask the doctor. “As you know, as wolves, there aren't a lot of poisons that can kill us this fast. His liver, his kidneys and his heart they are black, like almost crystallised.” He says and then I proceed to look at the organs and I see that he's right.

Werewolves. "These sick bastards have nothing else to do but cause chaos," Savannah commented, disgusted at the sight. "We should help them," I replied. My wolf rolled her eyes, reluctantly compelled to follow me. She hates blood. She hates fighting in general. I do too. But we are born to fight, we are born to do this.

His voice replayed in my head, dark and cruel: Sweetheart, you think I haven’t already marked him? Heat scorched my skin where he’d touched me before, like the memory itself had teeth. My body remembered him even when I begged it not to. It was terrifying—the way desire could live inside fear, how sometimes I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to ground myself. My heart wouldn’t settle. My body felt split open—one part aching for Theo’s steady warmth, the other scorched by Damien’s consuming fire. Both burned. Both suffocated.

"Alpha, we've tried everything. Luna… she might be in the well." Connor's sharp gaze bore into the warrior. After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse. "Open it. Bring out the corpse." Connor's warriors wrestled with the iron seal covering the well before descending into the abyss and retrieved what remained of me. Finally, after an eternity in the blackness, they pulled my body into the light. It was no longer recognizable, a foul, viscous substance that sent waves of nausea through the air. What little was left of me was placed in an icebox carved from frozen blocks and carried before him.

I kept chanting those words in my head. I knew Gianna couldn’t hear me out. We didn’t yet share a mind-link. Fuck this! I hoped she to stay confident and brave. Her whimpers kept getting louder. I could feel Gianna tucking her knees around her chest and dipping her head in the void. She did this back then too. She was so weak then. The thick red mist was changing patterns. Was it more than one incident? I ran my fingers through my hair in irritation. Mrs. Carry was a pack member known for creating illusions. She had a long history of powerful werewolf blood in her veins. She was a woman in her mid-forties, although she was more than 600 years old. I mind-linked with Mrs. Carry.

It curled around my boots like blood in water. I smelled it instantly. It didn't smell like poison. It smelled like raw meat. It smelled like the iron-rich scent of a kill. It smelled like the darkest, deepest part of my own limbic system. Red Mist. Concentrated Feral accelerant. The chemical compound used in the Arena to force cardiac rupture through overexertion. "No," I whispered. I backed away. My spine hit the rear wall with a dull thud. I held my breath. I clamped my mouth shut. I pinched my nose. My lungs were large. Highblood capacity. I could hold it for four minutes. Maybe five before the CO2 buildup forced a reflex.

The dirt was rather wet around the necrotic swamp, and there were large and dry black and gray-colored trees, which the Orcs named Dead Trees, where they believed the souls of the dead rested inside. Through their journey, they found some of the endemic fauna of this swamp, which was large crocodiles with crystals growing over them, which Chaos caught and ate around, named Crystal Crocodiles. Their meat was mostly hard, but the crystals made it even harder and rather crunchy, Chaos found it an interesting snack. There were also Giant Sticky Salamanders, B-Rank monsters, the same as the giant Crocodiles, three-meter-long salamanders with giant and sharp jaws, they were slow but fierce, althou

I scream in pain and I see the panic on her eyes I feel like my bones are breaking, my stomach hurts and my vision gets 100 times better, and that’s when I look down and instead of my feet, I have 4 furry paws. “What the fuck just happened” – I think to myself. I see Alice running away from me, but I stay there, I walk towards the lake to have a look at my reflection. And Holly shit, I changed. I am not supposed to change until I am 18. I see a big caramel color wolf with big yellow eyes looking back at me.

"You mean the Rot?" "I MEAN THE HUNGER." The ground vibrated. "YOU THINK I CAME TO THIS PLANET TO CONQUER IT? NO. I CAME TO HIDE." "THE UNIVERSE IS A FOREST. DARK. QUIET. BUT IF YOU LIGHT A FIRE... THE WOLVES SEE YOU." I looked at my arms. The gray patches were pulsing, eating the light of the bioluminescent moss in the cavern. "The Carrion Kings," I remembered. "You mentioned them."