Mythical Alicorn Novels & Stories

I frowned but asked, "Can I know what were the creatures you were talking about?" She nodded her head and told, "Fairies, Warlocks, White witches, Vampires, werewolves, and Lycans" I laughed and said, "You were kidding right? That's so funny. I know enough of all this " My laughter died when I saw her serious face. She voiced, "Yep, I know that you know. Your mother Jade is a Lycan Luna. She is an Alpha" I raised a brow and asked, "What do you mean Alpha?" He licked her dry lips and replied, "Yep, she is also an alpha and has two alpha mates"

The weight of so much attention was palpable, and I could see Maya unconsciously move closer to Calla for mutual support. "This is Calla," Alric continued, his voice carrying easily through the silent room, "the daughter of my dear friends Isolde and Korran of the Waning Moon pack, who were killed eighteen years ago. She is a Golden Wolf, and she is family. And this is Maya, a witch whose magical abilities have made her a target alongside Calla. Both are under our protection."

Inside the engraved curvilinear triangle, one could make out two images of a howling wolf and above them, the moon was in full form. Alric cautiously opened the box and picked out an amulet with striking features belonging to the Valmore bloodline. At the centermost, an ellipse-shaped gem glowed in amber gold, like most of the eyes of the Alphas in their pack, except this one belonged to Alric’s great grandfather.

Salem stopped abruptly. "What? Use the what?" Kalista who was ready to collapse with suspense asked repeatedly. "This can't be," Salem whispered. "It's impossible." "Salem please, tell me what it says," Kalista pleaded. "The horn of a unicorn," someone else gave the answer. All eyes turned and fell on Orion who had been silent all through. He took a step forward and stood beside Kalista. "The horn of a unicorn is a talisman," he explained further. "It is so special and rare, because it wards off every strong magic, every evil magic you can think of. Dark spells, dark magic, blood magic, anything. It will certainly ward off the gem's power."

The door opened and then smoke began to leave the room as the mystical bindings that kept Alicia subdued died. Alicia rose of the floor and grabbed the clothes that appeared to have been ripped off her body. She turned to look at Ivy and then she saw it. There was a look of fear written across Alicia's face, Ivy had never seen Alicia so fearful before. In a way it seemed almost unnatural considering her origins. Her father was a God and her mother was a Goddess who at one point had been human. Alicia was a hybrid, the first of her kind. "What happened to you? How did you get here?"

She had no one to guide her, fearing her parents might find out. Aliyah kept her abilities to herself out of fear that the kingdom would see her as evil and compare her to her witch aunt, who waged war a year after her parents’ reign. How do I know this? Because I am Luna, also known as Aliyah Collins, an 18-year-old first-year college student majoring in fashion design. I am the daughter of the Lycan King and Queen. So, yes, I’m a princess. But as I mentioned, I am not like them. I don’t have a beast, so I cannot shift into my lycan form.

They were traitors. Beside me, my incredibly sexy mate, Avril, moved gracefully, her chainmail blending with the shadows. The metal was shimmering with ethereal hues of blue and silver when light filtering through the canopy hit it. She said it was made from Phaikón Árgyron, which translated to Faerie Silver. A particular type of silver found only in the Fae Realm, magically manipulated into a flexible yet resilient form of armour. It was infused by silversmiths with Fae magic, offering both physical and magical protection.

Right now I hold something from three different gods. Blessed by Selene as the first ever female Lycan and the only one born whilst another is alive… favoured by Bastet… and the sword given to the Solaris people by Helios… There is no way the death-noodle dipshit of a god can win this one. Raising my hand that holds the sword, I let my aura out as I begin to ascend straight into the heaviest of the smoke. I see a ball of flame, a flash of blond knowing it's Aleric as he jumps into the midst of the smoke and suddenly the smoke begins to spin around us and before my very eyes…

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆 The scent of milk and clean linen had replaced ozone and fear in my life. Aelia was six months old, and her presence was the most profound, stabilizing force in all of Silvermoon. Her elemental signature, a pure, soft silver that mirrored the light Ronan and I shared, was a constant, gentle reassurance in the mate bond. Motherhood was a kind of peace I hadn't known I was allowed to have.

Hades smiled. Alaric was so vexed that he started hyperventilating. “You-you dare not touch her. You dare not!” “Oh, we will. At the moment, Alinta, the goddess of flame, is searching for her, and she will find her, she will burn her out where she is hiding,” Ramiel answered. “Nay, nay, t’s not possible. I will not let you, I will not,” Alaric yelled and dashed at Ramiel, but Ramiel avoided the attack. At that moment, Aron attacked, stabbing Alaric with his spear.