The Last Unicorn Novel Novels & Stories

"Girl, it not just a 'chopping the veggies' knife it's a 'chopping the person' knife. You get the difference, right? all you need to do is to sway this here and there, slicing his legs, that's it. Now Let's get started." TO BE CONTINUED... ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤ Author's Note ❤️ Hey unicorn, hope you have enjoyed this chapter. Keep reading to dove yourself into a mystical world, which is still unknown to humans yet exists, somewhere far beyond our imagination.

At that time, the Council will replace her to find the artifacts in the Royal Palace, and she will just sit outside and listen to the situation and then take action when sure. As soon as the royal palace appeared, she had already arrived, so it was not impossible for her to take it back. And finally, the one who was most tired was Brawen. The council certainly won't let go of her easily. The Western Unicorn is a horse with horns and wings. The author is busy with exams, so I recommend the following chapter: The Crown of God suddenly disappeared. But putting that aside for a moment, the Vampire Ball was still more important, at all costs protecting it.

The creature’s voice shook the realm. “CHOICE.” Every alternate Hope froze. “FREEDOM.” The creature opened its enormous mouth. “BALANCE.” Nova began crying. Hope held her tightly. The Hunger reached toward the baby. “Mine.” Hope’s golden power exploded. “Never!” The creature laughed. “SHE IS THE LAST POSSIBILITY.” Hope stared. “What?” The older Hope stepped closer. “Nova isn’t just a child.” Hope looked at her. “She is the final possibility created by the new universe.”

The air shifted suddenly, followed closely by a low hum vibrated beneath my feet. Then—Flame erupted. Not red flame, not orange. But blue flame that roared to life, spiralling upward in violent coils streaked with gold and black. The force of it knocked everyone back, blinding light swallowing the courtyard. Engulfing us with a sudden warmth that wasn’t even known to mankind. I screamed, throwing my hands protectively to cover my eyes. Somewhere from behind, Lucian cursed. Auren staggered. Kael dropped to one knee.

But thanks to my mentor and seniors teaching me patiently, I was able to find my footing and stand on my own. From then on, my days were busy and rich. Every so often, I would get letters and gifts from Samson, including a watch identical to the one that Celia broke. I sent everything back, unopened. A decade later, during an emergency operation, I happened to spot him across a crowded room. By then, we were both standing on the spot where we belonged, living our own dreams. Our paths were different, but we were each moving toward a brighter future.

He lowered his head and said softly, "Daddy, I can't wake Mommy up. Can you give me your quill?" Casper's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously asked. "What do you mean you can't wake her up? Didn't your mother only donate 400cc worth of blood..." "Casper!" Sydney suddenly cut him off. Casper turned his head, a look of shock on his face. "What is it?" Sydney stiffened and awkwardly changed the subject as she felt Casper's inquisitive look. "Today is New Year's Eve. If Adam gets home late, Winnie will get worried. All he wants is a quill, right? You should hurry and give it to him. Let's not disturb their New Year's celebration."

Tears filled my eyes, but I did not let them fall. “It is fine, Mrs. Cardea. I should not have been in the way.” Daniel walked over and lifted my arm to look at the red skin. He frowned, but not out of concern. “What a shame. Her skin is damaged. It will not feel the same anymore.” He turned to Morgan with a helpless smile. “Mom, use cold water next time. And this rug came from overseas. It is very hard to clean.” In that moment, something inside me broke. It was not dignity, because that had disappeared long ago. It was the last small piece of hope I held for this world.

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."

Forty Seven: POV Anne: The forest spirits didn't just clear a path for us; they provided an escort. When the brush parted, it wasn't a horse or a carriage waiting for us. Standing in the dappled sunlight was a creature of absolute myth—a unicorn, its coat gleaming like spun starlight, its silver horn humming with a pure, ancient resonance. It inclined its head toward Lilly, who let out a joyful sob and rushed forward, burying her face in its silken mane.

Elara was Cassian's only Luna, and they had loved each other for ten years. But at this year's remembrance ceremony, Elara's name on the stone tablet suddenly split open. The Moon Goddess no longer blessed her, no longer claimed her. Another woman, Seraphina, was about to become the next Luna. And Elara had only five days left to live. What made it worse was that Cassian had known all along. Three years ago, he had led Elara up to the crown himself, and he had signed that contract himself. He knew perfectly well that being Luna had never been an honor, but an offering to the Moon Goddess. Yet Cassian kept it from her for three years. All he said was, "I want to save you." Only later did she