Mythical Alicorn Novels & Stories

It looked like it had already been twenty-four hours. "Ric.." I held his wrist to sense what was going on in his mind, and my eyes widened when I realized that he was planning to steal the royal kid and kill me as well. I quickly left his wrist and moved back. I didn’t miss seeing how he thought that the blood that he drank might belong to Queen Lenora herself. In that case, the amount of power Alaric had was no less than thousands of years old. The vampires older than thousands of years were called Antediluvians.

She said, fixing her eyes on me. "Flynn, Rina, and Stiles were the people I was telling you about," I replied. I watched her eyes light up in surprise. "I don't understand. I knew that Flynn wasn't human but mentioning Rina and Stiles seems odd. We both know that Stiles is not a werewolf," Alicia said. "I know," I replied, backed up with a sharp sigh. The funny thing about being a true Alpha is that your transition can make sense out of something that makes no sense."

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.

Justin chuckled and took a bite from Alice. In her galaxy, Alice is a demon-hunting creature who has a beautiful face, is one hundred and sixty-five tall, and her hair is dark brown and waist-length. Alice has a characteristic that can never be changed, which is identical to the color orange. In her true form, Alice wears an orange dress, with a sun-shaped pendant necklace. Alice also wears an orange crown that has the shape of sun at the end. Although the light and heat of the sun are symbols for Alice, Alice is a being who has the task of hunting down demons to uphold the truth. Alice's heat power was purely the sun's heat power. Which mixed with the light of Nirvana. "You're really flashy

I feel shivers in my spine at the danger of it all I step keep moving until I am very sure he is around and there he is. King Alonso, ruler of the Alistair Lycan Kingdom, my best friend since childhood. But it is not really him anymore. The beast that stands before me is twice the size of a normal Lycan- just as a Lycan king should be.

He handed her a thick sheet of paper, ad she stared at it. “The first lot today is the Lirael's Golden Torc.” She pointed to the second neckpiece close to the podium as she walked up to it. “The Golden Torc of Lirael is a legendary artifact from the mythical kingdom of Lirael, said to have been created by the ancient sorcerer-king, Aranthor, over a thousand years ago. Crafted from enchanted gold and adorned with gemstones, it is said to possess the power to bind the wearer’s soul to the land itself, granting immortality and control over natural elements.”

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…