Mythical Alicorn Novels & Stories

they were all waiting for what would happen next. I thought over my plan again. Two birds, to kill one stone. Break the scholarship brat in front of the nation, and watch Lucien burn with her. I sat in my study and stared at the Ravenscroft crest looming above me, watching as it mocked me with its lion and jewels. Black opal. Alexandrite. All of it was forged from Alicia’s bloodline, and none of it was from mine. I don’t give a damn about me and Lucien being blood-related; he might as well be only Alicia’s. I poured myself another glass of whiskey and picked up the phone.

A stunning half Lycan female with muscular arms left uncovered even in the chill of late autumn, golden sun kissed skin and long brunette hair kissed with golden streaks says as she enters the room. Her nose flares and her eyes turn from blue to black and then she lets out a guttural purr of ,”Mates!” “Alicia, I told you they were yours too and that we are all meant to be,” Alex says, pulling her into his arms and then claiming her lips. “Then daddy won’t make us reject one another? I was so scared we would have to hide our love and that Elijah and Amon were yours but not mine,” she cries as she nuzzles into her enormous brother’s embrace.

"To be fair, I didn't make the connection." "Arrogant, bloody bane of my life wolf," Cecil muttered. "But yes, you are correct. The funds they will get from selling you scales will mean war between the hunters and the Supernatural World. If that happens, the Mythics will be sent to protect the Queen of England." "What does they Mythics include?" I asked. "They include the likes of Unicorns, The Pegasus, The Griffin, The Pheonix and so on." Queen Merida answered.

Aleric started. He turned around and Thea finally stepped back, her smile never faltering as she fed on the anticipation of waiting to watch me die. Her hunger was insatiable, looking as though she was holding herself back from killing me herself. "Therefore, with the power held within me, I, Aleric Dumont, Alpha of the Winter Mist Pack, sentence you, Ariadne Chrysalis, former Luna of the Winter Mist Pack, to death."

Helena’s glowed soft green. Healing magic. The freed cult victims showed grays. Still tainted. And Aldric’s tent… “Do you see it?” Erica asked. I did. Oh, I did. Aldric’s aura had layers. On the surface: gold. Loyalty. Family. Purpose. But underneath, faint and hidden, something else pulsed. Dark red. Almost black. Hungry. Exactly like Seraphine’s had been. “Moon Goddess,” I breathed. Erica let go.

But Alicia didn’t even flinch, testing my patience. She was standing in the center of a glowing rune circle, her golden hair whipped around her like wind. Ancient symbols burned in the air, floating and spinning around her. The smell of blood and sage hung in the air as her hands moved in a slow, deliberate arch. Her lips murmured in a language that I couldn’t recognize. Seeing her busy, I should have waited. But with every passing second, our mate-bond was fading. The fear of losing my mate made me disturb Alicia in the middle of the spell.

I stated, gesturing for him to move forward. Dominiko moved forward with caution. His eyes scanned the scenery in front of him. I knew there were warriors scattered through the trees and watching him. As he continued to move forward, his head snapped in the direction of movement. "Lycan!" Elara hissed. She was one of the covens top warriors, known for her potent hexes. She could tag a target without looking. It was a gift from the moon goddess for her great sacrifice. Gifts like that were only given to witches who made the consecrated vow.

However, this is the first time we know the real facts. "Means it's Accer?" asked another. Accer is the name of a lizard creature which of course is a creature of darkness. Accer also has a power level, if they can turn into a human, that means their strength is at the highest level. Accer's life depends on the human soul. "Zeno said he met orcs and witchers in the northern area. They even kidnapped demigods and don't know what they are doing," Cia said.

I can’t lose focus; I won’t let myself be swept away by the warmth of this moment. It feels strange to be bathed and dressed by young maids who bustle in, their cheeks flushed with excitement at my return. But I guess this is how it is to be a lycan princess. After the bath, they dress me in a gown of deep emerald silk, the fabric flowing around me like water, a stark reminder of the life I was meant to have. They style my hair, brushing it until it shines like spun gold, and for a brief moment, I catch my reflection in a mirror. The girl staring back at me is beautiful, but she feels like a stranger. I am no longer Dust, wolfless nobody, I am Aloria, the lost princess, but I am also a Luna

he growled. “King Gideon please sit down,” Alec warned. “I don’t want a war happening here and you acting the way you are is going to make something happen,” he said standing up. “We allowed you to be here since you are the King of the Lycan’s but I will throw you out.” “Well, I don’t think it’s fair that he wants to keep her from her world.” King Gideon growled. “If you decide to keep her in the human world, I want her taught about us!”