Mythical Alicorn Novels & Stories

But because of the spell, that was impossible. “Arcanios exist in three kinds,” Alistair explained, sipping his coffee in the dim glow of the room where we had first spoken. The curtains were drawn shut, allowing no sunlight to filter in, leaving only the flickering candlelight to cast shadows against the walls. “The Caelites bear snowflake-shaped marks on their nape. The Ardorium have an infinite symbol on their arms. And the Hexling carry a crescent moon mark along the pulse of their neck.”

What was she supposed to reply? “No, I have to take the initiative!” The Fairy Doctor stood up suddenly, she finally couldn’t take it anymore. Of course, she wasn’t really anxious to wash Alex’s clothes, but rather, she wanted to ask him about the elixir talisman. The elixir talisman was a kind of ancient talisman. It could change the rules of nature and was considered to be an extremely high-leveled item in the field of alchemy. Ordinary alchemists simply wouldn’t be able to reach that level.

It signified the end of my life as Alcine Ayre and the beginning of Alcine O’Cennik. Alcine, a creature who was meant to be captivating and seductive, granting her partner the utmost sensual pleasures, I chuckled to myself at the meaning of my name.

I pass the axolytol pool, glowing in the moonlight with all the different colors of the animals sleeping in the pond. As I get deeper into the woods, I hear more shuffling sounds, startled animals bolting away from me. We have deer here, similar to humans, but our deer are more majestic. The leader of our herd is the Ceryneian Hind, the deer of the humans’ Greek mythology. She has antlers of gold and hooves of brass. Her coat is a dappled color and she is fast, faster than almost any animal in our forest, with the notable exception of Dominic, our resident Alpha werewolf and Lucero, the only Unicorn in existence. She is known to the elven community as GoldMoon.

Their crowns, embedded with gems that lit up with an inner fire, signified their undying rule over the Lycan Kingdom. With a fanfare of trumpets and a mighty drum roll, the doors of the grand hall creaked open. All attention turned to the entrance as Princess Alina and her eldest brother, Kinnison, emerged slowly from the shadows. Alina was the epitome of blossoming youth and beauty. Her gown, a sea of shimmering silver threads, flowed around her like a gentle stream, shimmering with every graceful move she made. The bodice hugged her slender frame, adorned with glittering diamonds that blazed like constellations on a clear night sky. Towering above her diminutive figure, Kinnison presented

Tazi's eyes widen and seem to shine brighter. "I don't think there's anything better than a tiger. How about you? Are you okay with an alicorn as a mate?" Tazi giggles and throws her arms around me. I wrap my arms around her, and it feels better than I ever imagined. I close my eyes to enjoy the feel of her. "Are you kidding me right now? I love that you're an alicorn. I've never met an alicorn before. Did Selene send you here too?" She asks, pulling away slightly.

Lilac lay still in Alaric's arms, her breathing shallow as blood seeped through the coral silk of her gown. The enchanted dagger pulsed with dark energy where it protruded from between her shoulder blades, its obsidian hilt drinking in the light. The room was stunned to find the face of the Nightshade Alpha. On top of that, Lilac being his mate was huge. But none of those thoughts touched Alaric. His aura exploded outward, shattering nearby goblets and sending candles guttering. A feral growl ripped from his throat as he cradled her closer, his claws pricking the fabric of her dress.

This was the Blackthorn Boarder. Back at Red Hollow, they told us terrifying stories about this place just to keep us from running away. They said the leader here, Prince Alaeric, was a monster. They called him the "Shadow Prince" a Lycan with blood so dark and powerful that he could crush a normal wolf just by looking at them. "If you cross that line," my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives."

She didn't move to touch it, but her eyes went to the symbols anyway, and her expression shifted in recognition, or close to it. "A woman of silver blood," I said, "born low and forged in fire, will either crown a new age or burn the old one to ash. I've spent eleven years chasing that sentence, Gina. Eleven years, and then a scullery maid appears in the Lycan palace and the oldest wards in this kingdom light up around her like she was expected." "That doesn't mean it's me." "Doesn't it?" I tilted my head. "You transformed a set of standing stones outside a royal forest without meaning to. You've unraveled two grown women's minds without laying a hand on them.