Never Let A Unicorn Scribble Novels & Stories

If one should look closely enough, one would see the microscopic grains of opalescent keratin abraded against the rock. A unicorn’s horn was many things: a beacon, a reservoir, a writing implement, a weapon. My mother told me that her ancestors would leave their signatures engraved on the boulders, and only other unicorns versed in the language of Welkin, the Sky Goddess, or those who had studied our race would be able to interpret them. To anyone else, they looked like nothing more than glacial scrapings, thousand-year-old erosion.

I muttered. Liam followed my gaze, grinning. “It’s like they train for this. Don’t worry, you’re not in competition.” There were Christmas crackers everywhere, on each table, on the floor…I had not played any of these since I arrived in UK. “You wanna do that?“ Liam handed me one of the blue crackers, “let’s do it.” We almost pushed at the same time. And I got it. “What’s that?” “Aha it’s a 3x3 rubik’s cube” I took it out. That’s my favorite when I was a little girl.

They continued walking in silence, their eyes scanning the forest floor for any signs of the ingredients they needed. After what felt like hours, they finally came across a clearing where a majestic unicorn stood, its horn glinting in the sunlight. Marcus couldn't believe his luck - the unicorn's horn was one of the most powerful ingredients needed for the spell. Edna, however, seemed hesitant. "I don't think we should harm the unicorn," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Marcus understood her concern, but he knew they had no choice. "I know, Edna, but this is the only way we can stop the creatures. It's for the greater good."

Andre looked like he would smile at that then smirked again, staring intently at her. Unicorns are the same even in person, so stubborn, funny and adorable. I don't know how this ends but I just can't pretend not to know who you are anymore. Arianna or Unicorn, you are the same.

Vorian says, his voice sharp but playful, his cheeks still pink. He pulls Lila closer, like she is a shield. “You are embarrassing me in front of my niece.” Lila giggles, oblivious, grabbing Vorian’s tie. “Uncle Vory, draw with me!” she says, shoving a crayon at him. “Make a unicorn!” Vorian sighs, but he is all soft with her, taking the crayon. “Alright, Li,” he says, sketching a wobbly unicorn on her paper. “But I am not as good as you.”

We have been here for so long, the kids kinda forgot we haven’t always lived here, but we started to remind them of their cousins, aunt and uncles and grandparents. We rode out in the morning, just us, to the stream, thanking the unicorns for letting us ride them. They are proud creatures, and it took me, Eli and Emmet more time than the girls to be friends with them. They tolerated us, but now they actually liked us. Eli’s unicorn, Starshine, even nudged him. Eli got tears in his eyes. They preferred to communicate telepathically, which I found interesting because only Isobel has shown that kind of talent as well, and I guess Starshine said something very nice to my son to make him react th

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

“Don’t fight it. You’re not trying to silence the power; you’re trying to hear what it’s saying. When it swells, don’t push it down; visualise it. It’s not a wolf, but if it helps, imagine it as that or something you feel fits. Describe it, name it, embrace it.” I try closing my eyes and searching for a shape that feels right. The first thing that comes to mind, ridiculous as it is, is a unicorn. A freaking unicorn. Unreal, untouchable, but powerful and untamed, all glittering light and danger in disguise. It fits in a strange way… something rare and misunderstood, more a myth than a monster.

“Small lie.” She nodded, accepting it more easily than adults accepted big truths. “If the spy unicorn is bad, can Daddy arrest it?” “Daddy can do a lot of things,” I said. The words came out too bitter. Poppy didn’t catch the bitterness. Thank God. Or maybe she did, then decided Barbie was the higher emotional priority. Outside, Sebastian opened the charm. Not dramatically. Luca handed him a small tool. Sebastian pressed the bottom of the unicorn, turned its horn slightly, and the tiny body opened into two pieces.

Then when I got to the table, there is a note. : Hi Amira!! I’m sorry I got out there early again. I don’t want to wake you up from your sleep so I’m just leaving a note. You won’t see me at school today but don’t worry I already sent letters to our professors. I just need to go somewhere. Eat breakfast now. See you later and take care! I love you! :> -Elocin That’s what I thought. I sighed and started eating breakfast. After that, I got up and rode a grab to school.