Mythical Alicorn Novels & Stories

★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.

Stephanie could feel the children’s excitement building as they made their way through the heart of the pack’s community toward Alicia's shop. Though she had initially considered using a human seamstress, she felt a sense of ease in choosing Alicia, a decision that felt more meaningful now. Alicia was not only an incredible seamstress but also a woman who deeply understood the werewolf world and its sacred ceremonies. Stephanie knew that Alicia’s designs would capture the spirit and traditions of the pack, honoring the connection to the Moon Goddess.

Nothing made any sense actually and from Malachai’s words this was apparently the second time it had glowed silver, which made her wonder what the color even meant or why it was different from the gold. Malachai grunted at her words but ignored her otherwise before turning back to the other Alphas. “I want nothing to do with this bitch,” he said with finality in his tone. “At least she’s made herself useful by somehow doing something impossible by opening a portal and letting us know the weakness of these demonic wolves, so now we have a fighting chance against them.” He paused and looked directly at Lyralei with contempt clear in his amber eyes. “But she’s useless beyond that.”

"Aurelis Academy will be good for you Princess, you'll meet so many people with your kind of powers, you're finally going where you'll truly belong." That made me smile a little. "Finally." She gasped dramatically and my smile widened. Ever since my powers started slipping out of my control again, Dad and Mom had been restless until they found Aurelis academy, a school only for people with strange powers like mine and couldn't control it, it was opened a few years ago and it's helped a lot of people, maybe I could be helped too. ... A few hours later, we were standing in front of Aurelis Academy. "Oh." I found myself mumbling.

They solidify the feeling of acceptance and connection between one another. It's believed that is the reason that female lycans are sometimes gifted with supernatural abilities. Like Ava Boucher, the seer who foretold the prophecy. And my sister. I only hoped that her ability would work. I brushed my fingers through Willa’s hair as guilt tore at me. I should have known this would happen. I should have figured it out sooner. Damen was right again. Things didn’t add up. ‘Damen,’ I reached out through the mind-link.

You are going to kill us all!” Alicia screamed at the dark witch. The moonstone that looked like a normal stone started to glow, but it was only temporary. The glow died down after a few seconds. “Argh!!” Gia yelled in rage when she had no choice but to stop. If she continued, she would end up killing herself…

The ache beginning in my limbs, and if it’s anything like my shift with Viola, it’s going to be a long, agonizing night. “Absolutely beautiful,” Ares whispers, his touch on my face soothing for a second before she tries to push forward, so eager to meet him. “Alicia, Goddess of Wildflowers.” His term of endearment is all it takes to send her into overdrive. Her desires clamp down on me, making mine irrelevant, the strength of her much stronger than I or Viola.

“What? What the fuck are you talking about?” “She is telling the truth…that is the thing that you need to pass if you actually do want to be a necromancer…to take the seed of death. I have taken it and I have been enlivened because of it. And now you have to do the same,” said Alicia with a smile.

Then she pulled a small gold-etched box from her sleeve. “Take this.” Alessia opened it. Inside was a thin, crescent-shaped amulet carved from pure Solaris lumigold. The center held a sharp crystal of white luminous essence. “It’s a Solaris Seal,” Ariadne explained. “Use it only in dire need. It will summon me instantly.” Alessia studied it. “Summoning a ruling monarch is risky.” “Good,” Ariadne said. “It means you won’t do it lightly.”