The Last Unicorn Novels & Stories

We had only heard stories about it from my father while he trained us when we were younger. “This isn't going to go down well with the people.” He commented. “The fighters in the ring better do well to keep their mouths shut. We can't have this news spreading so soon. All witches had been eliminated years ago.” Silence fell on us till she spoke up. “I heard my presence was requested for, My Lord.” Susanne took a bow, her blonde hair falling and covering her face as she did. She was dressed in her white regalia and had her half moon necklace in her hands, moving the beads on the string one after the other.

I ask. “She doesn’t choose to speak to everyone,” she says. ‘Welcome to my forest,’ she says to me, before turning and walking away . “Thank you!” I call after her. “What did she say?” Tanya asks. “She welcomed me to her forest.” “High praise, indeed,” Lily says, looking at me thoughtfully. “You’ll have to meet Lucero. I wonder what she’ll think of you.” “Who is Lucero?” Tanya asks. “The last remaining unicorn. She bonded to me and Hera, then to Aolis. She is even more discerning than GoldMoon, which is saying something.”

I even started humming as I thought about it. When Jason came home to grab something and saw me like that, he seemed even happier. "It's rare to see you not giving me any attitude, Ida. How about I take you to see the aurora the day after tomorrow? It's a once-in-a-hundred-year event, and they say wishes made there come true!" I looked up at him and agreed. I hoped for an easy finish for this last stretch. I did not want him to get suspicious and make things harder. Maybe he had even forgotten about it himself. The address was sent to me later by his personal assistant.

Munich, 2014 Below a large reprinted version of the late 15th-century mural painting by Italian artist Leonardo da Vinci widely known as 'The Last Supper', was a picture of two werewolves having sex under a full moon. To the right was a western painting of the Egyptian patron god of lost souls and the helpless, Anubis, and beside the anthropomorphized jackal-headed god was a list of werewolves caught on plain sight by human eyes. On the far wall, two brass soldiers stood, holding swords curved at their edges.

The forest across the river was a shadow of its former self, struggling by the day to remain standing. The unicorn looked to the full moon high in the sky. It was not long before the gathering of the unicorns would begin and the breeding season would be initiated. Each year fewer unicorns arrived in the meadow, fewer still successfully brought forth new unicorns into the world. The unicorn sighed softly. She was the last of her family left alive, Alorna of the Graymoon. She hoped that this year she would be able to breed and bring forth a new generation to protect the forest.

“What kind of faerie is that?” It was a golden deer, and its antlers glowed in bright yellow flame. It stood on top of the stone. “She is Unaeth, the last of her kind. Noyuh keeps her protected. She’s been living for a thousand years.” “So beautiful!” he would never get tired looking at it. They immediately left after he satisfied his sight and went to the heart of the Autumn Region.

I said while chuckling at her annoyed face. "Jerk!"...she blurted and then looked away. She really has to fight back huh? "Okay class, now listen to me, Since you're finishing your first semester of college, this activity qill be your last and final exam for this subject, that's why I paired you because this is a pairing activity which all of you need to focus on having teamwork and great companionship."...she explained so I looked at Sarah and smiled a little tiny bit and listened again.

Something cold and uncaring. Being so young, I was not permitted to attend the ceremony. None of the women were allowed. Because I was worried what they were going to do with my friend's body, however, I stole into the woods in the middle of the night they were to perform the invocation. I watched from behind a boulder, at the edge of a clearing, as the Aghoran priest with the help of six men--one of them my father--prepared Amba's naked body. They anointed her with clarified butter and camphor and wine. Then, beside a roaring fire, seated close to Amba's upturned head, the priest began a long repetitious chant. I did not like it; it sounded nothing like the bajans we chanted to Vishnu. The

Aurora could not have been more pleased to feel the steed's affection. "That is strange," Gede said in human speak. "Unicorns are rarely so friendly with strangers. Do you know this one?" Aurora looked at the scar on the unicorn's velvety flank above his back leg. The horned horse spoke to Gede and Gandr through neighs and whinnies. "Your Majesty, did you ever help a foal that was attacked by gnomes?" Gandr asked as he absorbed the unicorn's story. "This guy says he was given medicine by a human man and woman many years ago. They used a salve to help him heal."

Isadora's expression changed showing Yuna that it was still not good. " Unfortunately, there is no progress. I'm afraid...we should all prepare for the worst." Hearing Isadora say those words made it even worse. Was there really no hope. Yuna didn't want to believe that it would simply be the end of Mercedes. It was unacceptable. She is the last white wolf blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. She had been giving it her all in training and sacrificed everything to get strong enough to defeat her enemy. This couldn't be how her light went out. Yuna couldn't believe that.