Hush Novel Malevolent Novels & Stories

Chapter 21 As the fated mates took their first step towards the unknown, a distant rumble echoed through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves of uncertainty through their beings. A tempest brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling in a sinister dance. Their eyes widened in alarm as a figure emerged from the storm, a figure they had never anticipated. It was a being of ancient power and malevolence, a harbinger of chaos and despair. The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion.

Her eyes glowed with a mysterious, dark fire, like embers beneath the ashes, filling her heart with an irresistible cruelty. Malek began to drive slowly, every movement calculated, as if they were controlling time itself. The surrounding sounds faded, even the silence felt deafening, and the heavy air pressed against their chests. The bond between Malik and Dima was palpable in every glance, in every movement, as if they were one being, ready to face any approaching darkness. Everything on that street, on that dark night, seemed part of a larger game—a game of death, power, and might, where there was no room for weakness or hesitation. Where bodies were dumped in the middle of the streets. T

Before George could finish, Father snatched up the bowl of broth and hurled it to the floor—bowl, soup, and all. "Shut your mouth!" He shot to his feet, eyes bloodshot like a raging lion—all trace of his earlier tenderness gone. "He is not my flesh and blood! He's the monster who killed Matthew! He's my enemy! I'd eat his flesh and sleep on his hide if I could! Say one more word about him in my presence, and you can pack your things and get the hell out of this house!"

Malik cleared his throat, "There's a lot of things you guys need to know, especially before even attempting to look for Typhon. Everyone's attention is on Malik. "Typhon is not a human, he is a high-level storm demon who is working with Beherit. He has done some horrendous things. He helped his father torture and murder his mother and his destined mate. He owns a security firm called the Damascus group, but that is just a front. He's involved in trafficking both humans and others to vampires for blood. He hired a guy they call the chemist who has developed drug compounds that affect every group of others. That is why they were able to get the upper hand on me, they used a demon compound to a

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

"Obviously! When something you've created gets destroyed, of course, you're going to notice. The question is whether the Hall of Souls is willing to give up so easily on their little experiment in Kashmere. If they make a move, it won't be with weaklings." That lined up exactly with Felix's thoughts. That A-tier Malevolent Phantom must have encountered problems. It was most likely from constantly devouring the souls of those who drank the serum. Otherwise, there was no way it would have mutated like that. If that was the case, then there was no need to change his plan. … Three days later, the sun had just set on a remote mountain not far from Kashmere. Two shadowy figures stood concealed in

"Not wrong in the way the others are. His scent is... different. Human, yes, but not reactive. He doesn't lean into the pull. He notices it, but he doesn't feed it." I felt a quiet jolt of recognition. I had sensed it too, that absence of hunger, that careful distance. Trustworthy and unsettling all at once. "I feel that too," I admitted. Rowan studied my face. "That's what concerns me." Julian ignited the curse, stirred the raw, reckless hunger that lived too close to the surface. Ashford did something else entirely, something slower and more dangerous, as though he were looking past the noise of my body and into the machinery of my mind. Confusion coiled tight with desire, instinct pulling

I wasn’t the girl chasing after a flash drive that carried the weight of my parents’ ghosts. I was just Nova, a twenty something girl, messy, alive, moving like maybe the world didn’t already have plans for me. A random guy came up behind me, pressing close like the music gave him permission. His breath grazed my ear, hot and heavy, the kind of move that was supposed to make me melt into him. Instead, it made my skin crawl. I shoved him off without even looking back. I wasn’t here for some stranger’s hands on me. I already had two men tangled up in my world, and that was more than enough. Tonight wasn’t about them or him. Tonight was mine

Two minutes later, Zach walked into the most luxurious room in the club with blood all over his hand but none on his suit or his crisp white shirt. Big Al was reduced to a stammer as he stared at the man making himself comfortable across the table from him. “Who... How...Who...” He could not formulate the right question to ask this strangely calm man. “Are you here to kill me?” He finally asked once he had gotten control over his tongue. “No,” Zach answered calmly, “As I said, am here to talk.” He poured himself a glass of wine after wiping the blood off his hand using the paper towels on the table. “I am simply here to claim on my investment.”

A shiver of pleasure ran in her body at his proximity, even when her mind couldn’t comprehend the way he was acting, Nov was always the down to earth God, the peaceful one who avoided fights and conflicts, who would just let everyone have things their way, but the way he was gripping her wrists painfully, the way he insulted her and then pressed her against the wall, made her feel a strange kind of pleasure, one which managed to make her forget her worries again. "You know that right? Tell me that you do!" he moved closer to her, pressing her more between his chest and the wall to the point where her chest barely had enough space for air intakes, their thin clothes failing at holding back th