Twilight Lich Novels & Stories

Lucifer I enter my throne room and agitatedly pace around. Lana might not have been completely aware of it, but her angel was coming through. As soon as she asked me why I was pursuing her, her eyes began to glow, and her grace began to gleam across her body. For a moment, I found myself looking into Lana and her angel’s eyes. I could tell that Lana felt something as she began to change, but she was unsure of what it was. After Bree informed me of Lilith’s involvement in Lana’s unique situation, I researched why Lana’s angel lived as a human but found very little information. When I asked Lillith to tell me more, she spat in my face and told me to sod off.

“When you turn eighteen, you are to go through a ritual. It will start your journey to either light or dark. You will face one year and six months on the dark side and the light side. At the age of twenty-one, your soul chose whose side you’ll be on.” “So, about my hands, why are they turning purple?” Ivy said putting her hands on the table for him to see. “Because Daniel forced the start of your journey, your body is turning, the Dark Dweller part of you is coming out, that is why you need to understand you cannot feed into darkness. You have to stay in the light you have to learn from Nick,” he said clearing his throat, his eyes never left hers.

she demanded, her voice trembling. The sorceress grinned, her eyes glowing with a mix of amusement and malice. "Ah, my dear, the world is not always as black and white as you may believe," she replied, her voice dripping with intrigue. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lilith, an ancient being, and protector of this forest." Rhydian's brow furrowed in suspicion. "You're the one who summoned the werewolf reinforcements? But why?" Lilith chuckled, a sound that reverberated through the grove. "Oh, dear Rhydian, you and your kind have always underestimated the

Shе nееdеd it, cravеd it with a hungеr so primal it dеfiеd rationality. With a hoarsе cry, Tylеr buriеd himsеlf to thе hilt, his еntirе body going rigid as hе found his own complеtion in thе scorching dеpths of Sarah's wеlcoming еmbracе. Thе sеnsation of him pulsing within hеr, claiming hеr uttеrly, provеd to bе thе final push that sеnt Sarah carееning ovеr thе еdgе into blеssеd oblivion.

She was absolutely beautiful, much more beautiful than I considered myself to be. The evil little troll in me wished she was disgusting and 600 pounds overweight. I couldn't help but notice all the pack members glancing at us from time to time. They all wanted to make sure the non-pack member behaved herself with Eddy's mate. Their loyalty was to her now. This princess was the one that they cared about. After all, she’d be the one who outlived me. She was probably a werewolf already, and if she wasn’t she’d be one soon.

I lied through open teeth and then continued, "So, how are we doing this?“ I asked. “We lock her in and let the shadows out. They'll do the rest.“ He explained to me, his lips curling up into an evil smile, which turned into a wide grin when he turned to look toward Kiara. All this while we were hiding behind a pillar so that she wouldn't know that we were following her. We had masked our scents too, because, as a werewolf, she would have picked up our scents long ago. "She is in. I'll go and close the door." The librarian said this while rising from the cold ground. I nodded at him.

The crystal shattered on the floor, spilling blood across the carpet. Valkiria was also so shocked that her usual mischievous expression changed. "That’s impossible," Adrian murmured, incredulous. She turned her face toward Adrian, a slight smile appearing on her lips. "Lucian is not an ordinary vampire. He is the son of the Lord of Darkness, the Firstborn of Shadows. His blood carries a power that transcends the curse. That is why he was able to create life on the border between death and existence. His blood anchored the child before the transformation could completely consume Larissa. She is... unique."

The heavy oak doors of Blackwood Manor groaned shut, sealing out the stench of rot, but the silence inside was louder than the war outside. Julian did not speak. He didn't look back at the broken fountain or the blood-stained snow. He moved like a ghost of a king, his footsteps echoing up the marble stairs until the click of his bedroom door signaled his retreat into a private, freezing hell. They had to wait. The Lich-Alpha was a creature of the moon and the grave; they would strike when the sun was at its zenith, using the solar light to peel back the necrotic shadows that shielded him.

It was humanoid but wrong, its limbs too long and its eyes glowing with an unnatural light. Ethan lunged at it without hesitation, his claws flashing as he tore into the creature. But more shadows were pouring in, their forms slipping through cracks and crevices like smoke. The library was quickly becoming a battlefield. “Sasha, focus!” Alaric shouted as he flung a fireball at one of the shadows, the flames illuminating the room in brief, flickering bursts. “She’s coming!” And then, as if summoned by his words, Lilith appeared. She stepped through the shattered window, her movements slow and deliberate. Her silver eyes locked onto Sasha, and a cruel smile curved her lips.

These were not the creatures they had faced in the Glade; these were different, stronger, far more organized. Lyra, her senses heightened, recognized the markings on their twisted forms. They were the remnants of the Obsidian Pack, a group believed to have been eradicated centuries ago. Their leader, a hulking brute named Malazar, was a figure whispered about in hushed tones, a wolf of immense power and ruthless ambition, one who had once threatened to plunge their world into eternal darkness. His return was a nightmare made real.