Mythical Alicorn Novels & Stories

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

Alaric let out a subtle chuckle, seeing Amethysta as a curious kitten. "They have always held a special place in mythology. They're often depicted as ancient and wise beings. Elves are portrayed as beings of great beauty, possessing extraordinary wisdom and magical abilities. And that's why I called you Miss Elf. If our pack had a unique being, that would be only you, Ami. No one possesses those purple eyes which you have as if it was something common here," he said, making her cheeks red. Other than her father, no one called her Ami. "I can call you Ami right... It's so long to call you Amethysta all the time." Alaric's words always surprised her. She slightly nodded, hiding her flushed fac

“Prince Rock might be from a branch family or not a Fire mage at all, he gives life to rocks, so he’s probably a terra or even an arcane magus.” “Well, it so happens that we have a book of genealogy back home, and it trails way back to the first Alcione King – King Nicolai Alcione, who was married to Camille Heilig of the Thunder Gods, I bet she was the Small True Flame in the ballad!” “And that Golden Prince and Silver Deity, I wonder who they are?” said Lilith who looked dreamily up in the sky. “I bet they have ballads of their own...”

Alicia had transformed from her usual self, radiating like a star with golden eyes. "My name is Melicia, I am Alicia's werewolf goddess. I am here to protect her on her journey. Today, she has conceived twins. The first will bring great turmoil to this kingdom and will ultimately kill his father. But the second, if he discovers his destiny quickly, will stop his older brother, and through him, there will be great unity among the werewolf clans. If any of you attempt to harm or terminate this child, you will face consequences even darker than the terrible situation we're already in!" spoke the werewolf goddess through Alicia. This left me stunned, as well as everyone in the palace.

“If she’s protecting Nico, that means I can’t have the Lycan king’s throne and it’s the same person that should be worshiped? Why? We can always find a way to kill her, I don’t care what she is.” “She’s a sacred hybrid, Marcus, she’s a god. Her type is called Mansutra, she has the power to bring all creatures under her control. She’s way more important than to be killed. She can only be killed by her lover or her parents or when she dies a natural death. Like I said, her kind comes only once in a century.” Alaina smiled as she conveyed her research to Marcus, she seemed to be happy. “So are you saying that we can use her to our advantage?” Marcus asked and Alaina nodded.

Malric’s hydra, a fusion of every weaver’s wrath Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith, Vynia loomed, its threads weaving a cage of deceit around Kade, Selene, Lucas, and Bryan, their love battered by accusations of cheating and disloyalty. Her mother’s scream “Forgive me!” echoed, her spark a fleeting ally against Malric’s manipulation, now trapped in the hydra’s grasp. The abyss churned, a battlefield of snapping threads and splintered light, the shattered star’s pulse a relentless war drum, demanding a reckoning for their fractured trust.

I remarked, rising from my seat and circling the table to stand before Alpha Killian, my gaze locking on him. Fear flickered in his eyes, swiftly masked by false confidence. Intriguing. “Have you ever heard of the Lycan King?” I inquired, my tone low and measured. “And what's your name?” “They don't exist; it's folklore. I'm Alpha Killian,” he retorted, meeting my gaze head-on.

​He stared at me for a second, the surprise on his face was clear, giving way to a slow, not so nice smile. He realized, in that moment, that the girl he’d pulled from the auction block was no longer just his mate. ​I was his weapon. The tension in the Great Hall continued heavy and alive. Ronan’s hand remained anchored to my waist, a steady, burning weight that held me fast while the world around dissolved into a chaotic blur of silk and wolves. ​"If Aldric catches just your scent, you won't survive long enough to run, not even having something to bury."

Alvarez asked as the vision died down "Nothing, It's nothing, just a little headache that's all!" I lied, though I felt no pain anymore but what just happened seemed so weird, like I could actually see images of Alvarez and I been kept in a dark room which seems like a dungeon "All right then Alicia, The Ancient Neron is that way!" Alvarez said and then pointed towards an Altar with a triangular shaped glowing relic on it "Wait, Is that?" I asked and smiled as I sighted the green glowing relic that laid a few feets from me and somehow strange, it seemed attracted to me and wanting me to take it for my own use

I had forgotten Alicent was here, she must have gotten lost in the conversation. We all turned to look at her at the same time, deciding on who would speak first. Lioren made the decision faster than us. “Alicent, there are things we do not know, things that scare us, even as we are deities. The abyss holds those things, things older than the world itself, older than us, older than time” “What?” Alicent’s eyes narrowed in confusion. Lioren sighed before continuing again. “The abyss of Avalon was created before we came into existence. How and by whom it was created, we do not know. All we know is to avoid it, we strayed too close once and we saw things we shouldn’t have seen”