Unicorn Wars Azulin Novels & Stories

Another someone lost a heel in the grass. Typical. But my attention was elsewhere. Under Table Three, two small humans had formed a covert alliance. Eduardo, Xenia and Clay’s three year old offspring, was chubby-fisted and full of secrets. His co-conspirator, Ororo Hopkins, Makayla and Lilac’s two year old little whirlwind, had the strategic focus of a general. They were crouched beneath the linens, giggling with their faces sticky and their hands sneakier than a feral kitten with a string.

No one came in and dared to go against my mate. “An excellent question indeed,” said Tourmaline as she snorted. Then she said,” If you have lost your brains and eyesight then to clarify, I am an unicorn shifter and I am mated to Razl Drone. I have been blessed by the Goddess to bring back peace to this land which has become weak and lost their way. I am no leader and neither I wish to lead. I am just here to make sure you are on the right path once more.” “There is nothing called a unicorn shifter. This is some kind of illusion in order to subjugate us,” said another blonde werewolf and before Tourmaline could say anything I leaped forward and his throat was in my grip.