Mythical Alicorn Novels & Stories

"That is not until tomorrow. A full day away." "It is the best I can offer." Miriam sighed but nodded. "At least let me give you something to help maintain your strength." She produced a small vial from her robes. The liquid inside glowed faintly silver. "What is it?" "A tonic Queen Elara developed. It does not restore your power, but it helps your body process what little you have more efficiently." She pressed it into my hand. "Drink it now. All of it." I uncorked the vial and drank. The liquid tasted of moonlight and honey, if such a thing were possible. Warmth spread through my chest, and the flickering silver light steadied slightly.

Silica cast Arielle a sideways glance. “The person who has claimed to be Princess Accalia is, in fact, not her. Her name is Arielle Thorne, and she is Accalia’s third cousin. Most of you know I am best friends with Accalia, so even if none of you know what she looks like, I do.” Silica reached a hand into the cleavage of her breasts, pulling out a folded piece of paper.

I frown, trying to convince her to believe me. She sits her glaring at me for a moment longer, before her face expression softens, leaving her with a look of confusion. "But the Lycan king is just a legend Alia, it's just a stupid story people made up." She wipes at her tears as they continue to make their way down her face. "He's real Donna, at first I didn't believe it, but I promise you he's real." I had a hard time believing it, but the things I found out prove everything to be true.

Scarlet commanded, in a very casual tone. "What? You didn't think we would actually want to eat with you guys right? See I had a long day, I don't want to reek of blood tonight so…." They scrambled out before she finished her sentence, what had bothered them the most wasn't death but the torture before it. It is rumored Alicia could use the "Sage of the spirit", an extremely brutal stone-like fruit rarely ever found which could cause unimaginable pain and intense hallucinations when used on a vampire.

“It’s no new that this is why the Crescent Moon is undefeatable.” “That’s right.” Kayla bragged. “This is magical pearl that enhances power. It was specially gotten from a Legendary Queen mermaid. And we’re offering this heirloom to the Moon Goddess to prove our loyalty to her. And I can’t wait to see what you have to offer.” Kayla mocked and the crowd laughed wit her.

Alice looked at him with a sad look and said to him: No, this position will be left to my younger sister Mariana, she deserves it more because I have lost most of my magical ability. Ayden smiled softly and said to her: I don't think your younger sister will be able to do this anymore. Alice's eyes widened from fear and anxiety, and she quickly said, "Why?" Is she OK ? Did something happen to her? Ayden laughed a little loudly and said to her: No, but she is now a companion of someone from the Lycans, and I do not think that he would ever let her go, as you have exonerated her when you said that Diana was revived. Wrong so don't worry about it at all.

The truth burns: the Herald is Elara’s kin, corrupted by betrayal, seeking to unmake her legacy. Kalia’s orb sparks, her aura flaring, her eyes distant, a vision seizing her. “Aelys!” she gasps, “the Herald—it’s gathering relics on a rift-torn world, unraveling the Veil!” Her relic pulses, the Herald’s hymn echoing: “Lumora falls, child—your cosmos is mine.” The archive trembles, void-wraiths breaching the dome, their claws slashing. I shield Kalia, my blade striking a wraith, my hymn faltering, my mortal heart straining. The relic’s hymn surges, its starlight wounding me, pain erupting, Lena’s spark flickering. “Aelys!” Kalia cries, her orb flaring, her hymn unsteady but fierce, felling a w

Chapter — The Queen’s Mercy The coronation hall shone like a sea of gold that morning. Tall chandeliers sparkled above, each flame reflected in the polished marble floor. Rows of noble Lycans stood in order, their cloaks brushing the ground, their eyes fixed on the center where Alycia stood. The crown of the Lycan kingdom, forged centuries ago and heavy with gemstones, rested in the High Elder’s hands. Every sound seemed to hush as he raised it high.

Alicia stared at him; the power he commanded caused her stomach to ache. "Crescents! We have no ordinary Midnighters in our midst; rather, the moon goddess had graced us with the very Luna! As you all know, she was Alpha Jones' daughter and his wife Chloe, may their souls rest in peace," he carefully added to an end.