Mal Wicked World Novels & Stories

They both knew that after Lance's burial, they would drop another bomb that would push Shantala even further down the cliff. Looking at the woman who looked exactly like Shantala wearing her ever-indifferent expression, he asked, "Are you okay?" "Of course I am," Stacey replied. "Everything is going according to plan so there is nothing better than that." A small smirk was formed on the mafia's lips. "I never knew you were this heartless."

“So tight. So wet. So desperate to be filled by your Daddy. You know how wrong this is? You know if anyone found out… if your mom walked in right now and saw me about to split her daughter open with my cock… what would she say? What would she think of her perfect little girl, lying here spread wide, dripping and begging for her stepfather’s cum?” “Nothing matters,” I sobbed, tears were running down my face, mixing with the pleasure. “Nothing matters but you… only you… I don’t care how wrong it is… I love it… I love being your dirty secret… please Daddy… please fill me up… ruin me… breed me… I need it—” That word, breed, broke the last piece of him. His eyes turned completely black, and fera

They are all Eleven in numbers but when a meeting was to be held, the two main leaders will Join the eleven elders to make a total of thirteen elders. Back to the different types of world. There are eight worlds in the whole Galaxy. The Vampdragon world, The Dwarf world, The beast world, The Human world, The Alien world, The Virus world, The Demon world, and the werewolf world. Those in the Vampdragon world are the only species known to leave their world at will without any problem, the other worlds don't have such access, as they lack in technology and other advanced equipment that would help in teleporting from their world.

I asked. The old woman cleared her throat and spoke, “This is the world of Majika. Where every one of us that lives in this place has magic. Majika World has split into two; the world of Mage, where you are now, and the other is the world of Black Wizards. Black Wizards are the mortal enemy of the Mages. The Black Wizards use black magic, and it is harmful. And witch wizards curse our town, and tonight we will all transform into wolves, whether young or adults. That’s because of that witch’s curse.” the old woman explained sadly. That’s so sad. "Is there any way you can get rid of the curse?" I asked. I wanted to help them undo the curse.

Malcolm holding his blade handle like life hold. Enrique let out a weak, mocking wheeze, but I silenced him with a glare that felt like ice. “As you said before, Malcolm. You doesn’t want it too, right?” "He is a hollow soul," I said, my voice dropping to a firm, commanding whisper. "But we are the Black Widow Pack. We don't do evilness here. We don't murder. We protect." Malcolm’s chest heaved as he stared at me, the golden fire in his eyes slowly fading into his familiar, warm brown.

Was it shock or disbelief at his pure genius in unraveling this mystery that nobody knew existed? Adrian knew that at some point he would have to tell Robert the ultimate secret. That there were people in this town that could transform into wolves whenever they wanted. That there existed a whole other world in this human world, that some of these people, the ones we work with and pass on the street, have certain powers at their disposal. “What exactly is it that you think Malachi Sinclair did?” Robert asked Adrian. “Robert! What I’m about to tell you, will absolutely blow your mind!” Adrian said and smiled.

“You’re stalking him again.” Matilda grunted as she joined Maleficent. The latter was hiding behind an oak tree. Students passed by them since they were at the greenhouse where ‘everyone’ was fucking welcome. Emphasis on ‘everyone’. Apparently, being a member of the dark dwellers’ team, also known as ‘the Malevolent World beings’, instantly made them a no-no in the greenhouse. The elves and the prickly elves cultivated the greenhouse were the members of the Ambivalent World.

"A pup playing in the—" The beast’s voice cut off into a strangled gurgle. Malakai’s hand found the creature’s ankle. The infant’s dark eyes locked onto the white fur. Suddenly, the golden glow of the Under-City’s power grid flickered. The dark mist erupted from Malakai like a swarm of starving locusts, wrapping around the First Wolf’s leg.

heard when I shifted was my father's. He did not merely call me; instead, he raised an arm in front of me and said, "Son, do not do that." I was unable to voice my complaint or ask my father to move aside for me while I was in my werewolf form. My father refused to speak up when it mattered most, so I had to wait until things got messier. My main goal was to kill Marcus, and I was not going to let my father stop me. When my voice was not there, I gestured to my dad, making him move aside. He could not have heard me at all. At any rate, I hoped he would. "Run, Marcus," My father forewarned Marcus, who was having trouble getting back on his feet. "I won't, Father. I am not going to let his wo

Malignus howled in a trembling voice. - Over the long millennia of studying this world and solitude, I found a way, I comprehended the art of destruction to perfection. I can destroy your essence Malignus. the wolfdog says in a calm voice. His voice echoes off the walls and sounds like it's right in your brain. The vampire writhed in a brutal grimace.