The Lich Pfp Novels & Stories

“Meet Misfit,” Luke says helpfully, though he’s already halfway to the window, peeking out at the helicopter pad like there might be something interesting going on. There’s not. His own stuffed toy is dangling at his side like a discarded piece of cloth. The poor dinosaur doesn’t get an introduction. “He’s a secret demon warlock and knows how to use a sword.” Leyla squeals. “That’s so cool!” “And this is Princess Pixelbrain,” Lili says, proudly holding up her bunny like a sacred offering. “She has her own tiara, does ballet, and probably runs an empire. Also, she likes cheese puffs.”

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

I frowned and watched the same spot, there was a red dot that was blinking. They were watching us, shit. She grabbed my hand and wrote on my hand with lipstick. THIS IS HUMAN TRAFFICKING PRINCE OF GAIELIA IS HOLDING THIS. What the fuck? The kingdom of Gaielia, and Prince Felix Gaielia is the same age as Rhyker. I have no words honestly. She took a makeup remover wipe and wrote again on my hand, I wished she didn't use red lipstick though. PRINCESS GAIELIA IS INTO THIS.

I wanted to refuse but I couldn't. We walked through the hallway together. “And that was from his 8th birthday, he was such a shy lad, look at him now, all ready to take down the world, just by himself “ She smiled to herself, she must have gone down memory lane. I stared at the portrait in front of me. The Lycan King had a few missing teeth, and one of his hands clung to the dress of his mother, his smile looked unsure but genuine. He looked handsome, maybe because it was in him. He looked a lot like his father who wore a proud grin on his face, the feeling when your heir was a year older I thought.

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

If he doesn’t succeed, Alpha Erickson will have a field day with me and bring new meaning to the term, pain, and agony. Not wanting to look, I hear a sudden intake of air and then I hear Dominic’s voice as he coughs and tries to sit up. Turning, I see the lich take his hand and help him to a sitting position before doing one last thing. He marks his left cheek with a scar. Seeing the question in my eyes, the lich says ominously, “This is so everyone will know that he has been touched by death and has been born again into this body.”

"I was freaked out because of the way you kept watching and staring at me." Lia finally told her. "That, I was watching because you look similar to my idol. I feel like it's the eyes of fans because they keep seeing their idols everywhere." "Who is your idol?" "It's August of True Hate. I have his signed album. You wanna see?" Lia wanted to say that she sees Oggy on a daily basis now. And she didn't look anything like Oggy, right? Maybe because they live together, their faces started looking somewhat similar?

Right now, Lilith is standing on the boardwalk to the right of Crescent Town, gripping the wooden planks for dear life, one toe barely dipped into the water. [I won’t go!] Lycoris grunts at Lilith in her mind, wouldn’t allow even another toe into the lake. It’s not a lake, it’s a refrigerator! Lycoris is Lilith’s wolf. [Then we lose without a fight,] Lilith rolls her eyes at her wolf. Lycoris is like a child sometimes. Lilith tries not to think that way because they say that your wolf is a projection of your mental world.

Memories of their days together flashed though his mind's eye and he made the promised never to let her go or love another. And so he lived, healing the people of Wivern's Rest and glad that his ritual worked. He trained a few young lads to take after him. And as years went by he moved from town to town, city to city agelessly and hiding his identity as a Lich. He evolved with the centuries and so did his name, Aelfric Simbal.

“He would experiment on them with spells, potions, and surgeries. If they died, it didn’t end for them. He would bring them back to an undead state. Then hide them until he was in the mood to attack something or someone. Use them as throwaway fighters.” Jessie couldn’t help but gasp. “I’m sorry, but a Lich is like a mage or Druid then? I don’t know what’s a Lich?” “Think of it as a mage who’s tried to become immortal. They don’t become immortal. But they use magic to keep their body and soul active. They lose part of themselves when they die. But the magic keeps the rest together. The magic must have maintenance, so these creatures become paranoid about thieves and assassins. They guard them