The Last Unicorn Novels & Stories

The unicorn was consumed by rage, and that was exactly what he had been waiting for. To him, the best way to subdue a mythical beast was to overwhelm it with strength when it was most vulnerable. The Fire Unicorn, still in its infancy, was at the perfect stage for taming. Despite its size, its potential was enormous, and Adrian knew this might be his only chance to gain control of such a formidable creature. The Fire Unicorn continued its desperate struggle, but the formation's oppressive power held firm. No matter how fiercely it fought, it couldn’t break free. It glared at Adrian, anger burning in its eyes, frustrated at being trapped so soon after arriving.

I confess to the beautiful Elizabeth. She looks at me silently contemplating what I am about to show her. I take a deep breath. "The last one?" she asks full of longing. I growl. "Please don't run away because of what you are about to see" I plead with her as I induce my body to the force of the transformation. My bones break and fur starts to come out of my skin, I growl as I feel all the pain coursing through me, the sound of my bones breaking echoing in the place where previously animals were singing.

In the center of the glade, a magnificent unicorn stood, her coat shimmering in hues of iridescent white, her horn glowing with soft, ethereal light, her mane long and billowing, her tail swishing as she danced. Ariella reached out a hand, and the unicorn moved forward and nuzzled her gently as if sharing a secret. I gasped in wonder. David's arm tightened around me, and we stood there, entranced by the magic of it all, with Ariella laughing and playing with the unicorn, her joy infectious and pure.

He simply stepped back to the perimeter of the pit, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his piercing silver eyes tracking my every movement like an apex predator evaluating a test subject. Across the Colosseum, partially obscured by the flickering torchlight, Denzel Darkmoor leaned silently against a stone pillar. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on me, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets where my mother's silver locket rested. I was completely on my own. "Begin!" Hawthorne shouted, bringing his arm down in a sharp, swift arc. Before the professor’s hand even hit his side, Susan moved. She didn't hesitate or test my range; she charged with terrifying shifter speed, a blur of motio

11:59 p.m. "Happy 10th anniversary, my girlfriend!" With Blake West's handsome face before me and our friends watching expectantly, I closed my eyes and made a wish over the candles. 12:00 a.m. Blake immediately reached over and carefully removed the tiara tangled in my hair without pulling a single strand. His charming eyes curved into a teasing smile. "Happy breakup, ex-girlfriend." The private room erupted in cheers. "It's that time of year again! Congrats, Blake. You're a free man!" "Bets are open! If you think they'll get back together, place your bets with me. If you think they won't, go see Brooks!" Amid the flashing lights and pounding music, I remained quietly in my seat as

She was told, her whole life, that she was broken. A wolf who couldn't shift. A healer's helper with no voice of her own. Aurelia Vane learned to stay quiet, take up little space, never hope for more. Then the Lycan King rejects her in front of his entire court. Draeven Thorne never makes mistakes. But when his wolf claims the quiet healer as his fated mate, he panics — and humiliates her in front of every pack, calling her protection. The rejection doesn't break the bond. Instead, a black mark blooms beneath her collarbone. Her wolf wakes up for the first time. And Council leader Malric Drake goes still — because he knows exactly who she is: the last of the Noctari, a bloodline he perso

"Twyla, can you find Elle and tell her what happened? Please, don't add more words to terrify her, please." Twyla licked her fur palm and grinned innocently. "Don't worry, Twyla will be good this time. Ace can trust her, no?" "No," he deadpanned. "Why no? Twyla is reliable, you know," "You might get distracted on the way," "I am not easily dis…" her eyes turned big and sparkly. "Pretty colours," she said dazedly. I looked over Ace's shoulder and saw a half-girl, half-unicorn. Her rainbow tail swished as she walked to the other hall. "Colours!" Twyla squealed and ran after her. Yeah, right.

The king demanded the faeries to honor the treaty, or he would continue to destroy our kind. In one last attempt to protect themselves, and stop the king, the last three elders of the faerie fled into the forest on the first blood moon. They reached for our goddess, and gave the ultimate sacrifice. Giving themselves to the forest in blood magic to curse their own kind. The king would have his children from the faerie, but not a single one to be born a female. The elders kept the curse a secret from all faerie and human kind, and in 18 years, no one had yet figured out how to break it. The last female being born on the evening of that blood moon. I am the last female of the faerie. The daught

Hearing that sound, she jumped in happiness and started clapping . It was the sound of a unicorn. Unicorns were rare creatures in Divine Mountains . They were spotted only occasionally because of being quite shy. But Trinity had heard stories from her father and she knew that Unicorns hold immense powers and if you could tame them, they won't leave your side for eternity. ~RIVERSTONE TOWN~ Scarlet was on her way to her house, when she heard the sound of a whining horse. It was a broad day light and spotting horses was not a big thing. it had happened days ago too. But this time, something was different .

Does he expect me to thank him for his efforts, or what? “Report,” I commanded. He recoiled as if I slapped him, recollected his thoughts, then spoke. "Your Highness, the west is producing an unnatural amount of mana. We've identified a few people sneaking in contraband at Karandishs’ ports, mostly under the influence of dark magic. My men retrieved these documents, stamped with an unfamiliar seal, and withheld the distributers. Upon interrogation, the suspects do not cooperate to provide any information on their whereabouts.” The knight recounted.