Novelas y relatos de The Last Unicorn

I lift my eyes to see Laney being handed a steamy cup with whipped cream, her green eyes glittering with excitement as she uses her tongue to lick the cream protruding out the sides. She doesn’t look like someone who would destroy us. At least not when she is smiling. When she is fighting, however, that darkness leeches out, draining the world of color. Though that might be partially my fault, I have been privy to more knowledge than most through Abbie. As frustrating as the witch was with her curses and fucking interfering with magic, she made a good point. The only way to ensure The Luna doesn’t destroy us is to destroy her first and find another way to keep us all united.

“Gem, we talked about this. The pro-“ “Protection of the unicorns are your responsibilities as they are the last herd, I know. But my pack will gladly take care of them with you and help lessen the burden. They all came here for a second chance and a true family and you are part of that family.” I see her hesitation as Lizaria looks through the folder of wolves that know about the unicorns and their letters to help protect them. Silence takes over the room while we sit waiting for Lizaria’s answer. I can only suggest her this idea and not force it if she says no.

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."

I also don't wanna get in trouble and get my name in any record before I leave this campus. Even inside the classroom the bullies still followed me, throwing crumbled paper on the back of my head, kicking my chair, would stick bubblegum on my table and so much more and the only thing I can do is ignore them. I sighed in relief when finally the class dismissed, I stood up and was about to keep my things when suddenly Jade snatched a notebook from my bag, my eyes widen when I saw Aria's diary. I'm the only person she trusts not to read her diary so she made me keep it because she fears her brother Jax finds out about her secrets.

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

He would never have suspected that. One day, when the time was right, I would introduce myself to her. We would take back our pack and rule it together. However, once I shifted and then later on realized she didn't, I knew something in my plan would be ruined. She was under some curse or spell. What had my mother done to her? Or maybe it was my aunt and uncle? However, here we are at 27 and 18, finally able to complete my goal of taking back the Full Moon Pack and reviving what was lost.

Vincent held her tightly in his arms. The last thing they saw before tumbling into the red abyss was the double’s smile—wide, cracked, and dripping like porcelain breaking.

“You’re fate.” The word sliced through her like a blade. Fate. As if everything they’d built, every vow, every night spent side by side, was nothing compared to this cosmic accident. Nicole stepped back, forcing air into her lungs, and turned away before she could hear another syllable. The next day, the pack council convened in the great hall. Sunlight poured through the high windows, catching in the silver embroidery of the banners that hung behind her chair—her chair as Luna. She held her chin high as the elders debated patrol routes and border tensions, pretending not to notice Aria gliding into the room late, dressed in flowing white that made her look almost ethereal. She took the empt

‘I am your dragon Lily,’ I heard the voice whisper again, “Lily I have been able to break through the warlock's for-trace with our talisman from our grandmother.. she was a witch and our grandpa was a dragon.. we are part witch and that’s why we were able to break through that pesky warlock's hold on me.. if it wasn’t for him, I’d have been with you since you turned ten years old! I’ve been trapped in the darkest place of your mind, all alone, for what feels like forever and you don’t know how happy I am to finally be with you Lily,’ My ‘dragon’ started to explain to me, making so much sense now. “You are telling me.. I’m a dragon?” I asked uncertainly, my nerves on edge from being down here

I could put up with everything else, but that watch was different. It was a birthday gift from my late older brother, Norman, who had spent almost six months saving up for it. Two years ago, he was killed during an undercover mission. They never even found his remains. That watch was all I had left to remember him by. Samson was already so unfair. Meanwhile, I was exhausted, and I didn't even want to fight about this anymore. When I thought about my decision to leave soon, I felt strangely at peace.