The Last Unicorn Novel Novels & Stories

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.

I really wanted to meet his sister. “I found a new book for you,” Nicolais interrupted. My gaze shifted to him, and I saw a new expression—one I hadn’t seen before. Jealousy. Was he jealous of my conversation with Sicca? “It’s right there,” he said, pointing beside my plate, where a sky-blue book lay quiet and waiting. “It’s fiction.” “Thank you so much,” I smiled at him as I picked up the book. “What’s it about?” “It’s a fairytale,” he explained, “I figured you might like that.”

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.

The bloodshed she had to witness and the pain of being so helpless to do anything. Drakoen was so powerful and none of them could take him without giving up their lives. She started to wonder if things would be any different now. Back then, she had everyone of the white wolves behind her, and they gave up their last will to ensure that she was able to seal Drakoen. Even then, it took everything in her and she didn't survive. Now, she is the last of them. Could she take him? To her, it felt highly unlikely. It felt like she was taking a gamble that she would likely lose. Even so, it's not like there was a way out of this situation. Fight or no fight, blood will be shed.

But the bright lights of the fireworks dazzled Harriet's eyes, causing tears to fill her eyes. By the end of the night, she was going to terminate their contract. She should not meddle with his life anymore. He was sick. He was sick, and it was her fault. Her father told her about the story of the unicorn, and he intended to sell it to the Old Duke to heal this man. She had stolen the heart that was supposed to be his. But now... she realized that this man had stolen it back. ---- Note:

"Before the Hunters could make an attempt on finding Murphy, he was already inside the woods making them doubt if the guy who claimed to have seen someone was right. "There is no one here. Not even movement in the woods" another said and chuckled. "No one can survive this. The Werewolf race ended today. Everyone to the Van now!" Their leader said and they all obeyed. ********* "So that's the end of the story," Cynthia said and exhaled sharply. She was just done narrating the story her dad told her when she was 8. It wasn't a book though but it looks like a myth in her head.

It just breaks my heart to see her like this. "Well, I am a Lycan, Chris and Nate are also Lycans as well. We are like you, but a little bigger.You, my little mate are what is called a werewolf shifter. To my knowledge, you are what we believe to be the very last of your kind." I hook my finger under her chin so I can look into her eyes, and slowlybrought my lips to hers. She gasped as soon as our lips touched with an explosion of sparks between us.

I can see that Baron has pushed forward, wanting to say hello as well. ‘Did Princess Lily tell you?’ Lucero asks. “No, Lucero. I thought it should be you and GoldMoon who told her,” Lily says from behind me. I turn and see that everyone has stopped, enthralled with the last unicorn and the beautiful deer of Greek mythology. “Tell me what?” I ask, as Cayd pulls me to him. I look at him, smiling at my friends while he puts me in front of him and wraps his arms around me. “What is it Cayd?”

Hello, dearest readers! First, I want to say thank you to those who’ve stuck around and followed me from the Evil Unicorn platform. It’s been a bumpy ride, and not the fun kind ;). Second, I want to say thank you to the new readers I’ve acquired through here and hopefully more will follow in the future. <3 Third, and probably what everyone is waiting for…. About the future updates and what my plans are/schedule is. Here is the deal. When I left the Evil Unicorn Platform, I made some decisions that weren’t my own to help “gain more readers”. Because of this, I have lost my thought process for this book and now I have found my way into the centre of maze and can’t find my way out. So here’s wh

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.