Twilight Lich Novels & Stories

“Just what do you want from me? You have my blood; you have your child…now just let me go…what use I am to you anyways?” I shrieked but the lich merely shook his head, “Oh, she is just one of the very first beings I have created. I experimented with werewolves but they are too soft in their hearts, I control them and manipulate them but they have a weakness in them…a weakness I can’t quite get rid of.” He said and I held my hand close to my chest while asking, “What weakness?” The lich turned around and floated towards his cold throne as the girl kept staring at me from the veil of her hair that made it hard for me to see her face.

Soon after, she fell into disadvantage, and the female monarch noticed it as a victorious smirked creeped up in her purple chapped lips. "You're going to die, any last words?" The female monarch mocked, brandishing her claws against Twilight one after another, with gleeful tone as if she had already won. "F*ck you! F*ck you and your damned children! Burn in hell!" BANG! Both Twilight and the female monarch flew away from each other due to the powerful explosion caused by Twilight's spiritual power bursting out. A loud bang resounded as Twilight landed heavily on the ground. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she had fallen beside the unmoving Patrick. Thankfully, the man didn't forget to

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“You either learn from it, or you let it drown you. So maybe just… try not being a dickhead again.” I barked a short laugh. “Is that your great wisdom for tonight?” “Take it or leave it.” A flash of light pulsed at the edge of the corridor—soft, sudden, and unmistakably magical. The Northern Lights. Lira turned her face toward the glow. The light caught the golden undertones in her caramel skin, painting her in starlight and shadows. She looked like a warrior born from the dusk. Her grip on my hand tightened slightly. “Let’s go.”

she whispered, her voice slithering into my bones. With a flick of her wrist, the shadows near the throne trembled and from them emerged her army of nightbound Lycans. Twisted creatures born of forbidden unions between witches and beasts. Some still wore the faces of the people they once were. Others were unrecognizable bone masks fused with flesh, hollow eyes, claws dipped in venom. I stared into their soulless faces. “Take them,” Lilith said. “Let them off their chains.” “And what is their command?” I asked, though I already knew.

Then she tugged at my hand and moved me down the hallway, looking around like she wanted to be sure nobody was close enough to hear what she was about to say to me. “Do you know what this means? It's nothing like we've seen before” her strange black eyes were piercing mine. Camile was not a werewolf or Lycan, she was a witch. Her coven had her banished for falling in love with a Lycan. Camille chose love and love brought her here. “I noticed” Of course, her nightmares were nothing like any I had seen before, it was crystal clear. “You don't get it Reuben” her voice was firm causing my gaze that was somewhere else to jerk back to her face.

Ivelle’s POV Snapping my eyes open I panted in exhaustion as sweat engulfed my entire body. i had just found my true origin and I am not able to accept that my whole liege was all a lie . A big fat lie! Or was that person trying to trick me and make me fall into a trap? I’m a werewolf who is yet to get her wolf, how could I be a witch? It’s all a lie! “It’s about time you woke up.” Koe’s voice erupted, distruptingbmy trainnof thoughts.

It grew colder and heavier, and an unnatural stillness settled over the clearing. “Something’s wrong,” Ewen said, his body tensing. “We’re not alone.” A low growl rumbled through the air, and my blood turned to ice. Shadows began to move, slithering along the ground like living entities. From the darkness emerged creatures, unlike anything I’d ever seen. Their eyes glowed a sickly green, and their twisted forms radiated malevolence. “What are those?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Lucian stepped in front of me, his body radiating a protective energy. “Wraiths. Servants of the dark force tied to the prophecy.”

“Lucian has begun his march. His army has tripled since last we counted.” Darius’s eyes darkened. “Tripled?” “The warlocks have been busy,” she said. “They’ve been performing rituals binding the fallen wolves, twisting their spirits back into flesh. What he commands now… they’re not living. They’re something else.” Lyra’s heart sank. “The Shadowborn.” Helene nodded. “Creatures that don’t bleed or tire. They feed on pain and obey no alpha but him.” A chill rippled through the air, and for a moment, even the wind seemed to die.

Marcy and Dax flanked from the east, flares of magic and steel slicing the fog. But then came the second wave. And this time, they brought something darker. Link They’d summoned it. A beast born of blood rites and forbidden glyphs. Not a wolf. Not even a shifter. This was something else—a twisted chimera made of shadow and ash, wearing the stolen forms of fallen warriors. “Lily—!” I roared, tackling the creature as it lunged for her. It screamed—too many voices, not enough shape—and slammed me through a stone column.