Mal Wicked World Novels & Stories

Draven snapped, “You should be ashamed of yourself but you sound so fucking proud for the Malrik nodded. “I am fucking proud, you twat! I made you and your brother so don't stand there and think you can talk to me anyhow.” The room fell quiet again as Malrik stood up. “I didn’t come back to argue with you kids,” he said. “I came back to restore order.” I scoffed. “Order? We have order! We conquered the human world and made it our pack! Your pack was in the werewolf realm, we expanded it so don't come here preaching about order.”

Not even once has their boss been wrong, and right now they were regretting the choice they made. “The shadow bane pack is famous for being one of the best trackers. It’s even said that there’s no place in the world that you can hide if they’re the ones hunting you.” The old male paused, heaving a sigh as he finished unlocking the door. He then turned to the group of young werewolves with a pained expression. “The only choice we have now is to pray they show us mercy when we ask for forgiveness.” After giving the youngsters a weak smile, he returns his attention to the door, putting on a calm face before opening it.

At the grand dining table, half a dozen men and women sat comfortably in fine robes, sipping wine far too expensive for the crimes it paid for. At the head of the table lounged Rhett Maddox, known in the underworld as the Hollow King – the bastard son of a proud lineage and a long-lost cousin to the king, who’d turned pain into profit. His empire sprawled across the underbelly of the capital: drugs, trafficking, forced labour and worse. He raised his glass. “To expansion,” Rhett grinned, gold teeth flashing in the low light. “Three new ports, two new supply routes. Not even the Celestial Watch can touch us now.”

Ava sent a scornful look for Helick over her shoulder. "She was a werewolf?" Marx brought her attention back to him. "So was I in another life. Shadows were created from dead vampires and werewolves. The ones Sven uses are all werewolves." She signaled for them to stop again. With a wave of her hand, another trap became visible. Ava worked on it as she continued to talk. "If the Order came to this world, they would either use it as a feeding ground and remain in Lansguard or they would transform this world with magic to make it more hospitable for them while they use it as a feeding ground."

Even though Malrick was from Mistborn Coven he has the ability to command water, wind and fire. Before everyone knew it we were all fighting, killing each other. At the end Malrick was killed with his entire coven and a single Bloodline of Lycans was ended also. That bloodline was the Crimson Lycan line. They ruled the southern half of our world. While Blake’s line, the Bloodmoon line had come out victorious. at one point they ruled the northern half.

His eyes were constantly flickering between green and gold. “What the fuck is going on, Malik? You guys are not in a cult? Or is it a werewolf cult?” I spat out questions in one breath. “What does it do? Do you turn into animals?” “Wolves,” he supplied. “Can I see?” “Not today.” “Are we mates?” In the movie, they had mates and acted irrationally because of them. Malik’s head moved slowly. We were mates. I laughed, the sound washing over both of us.

“It is huge, Arthur. The world is huge, and outside our realm, it is mostly inhabited by humans. My mother tried to seek shelter with them, but could not. My curse acted even worse on humans. Wolves are humane in comparison to those who are untouched by our world. They are pure monsters. My mother had to kill a few to save me from their clutches.” “What?” Arthur blanched. “Oh, yes. Humans outside our world are ridiculous. They don’t care about anyone but themselves. They have no morals and they live in the world of butchery,” Mila shrugged. “And you want to go there and have sex with me in their midst?” Arthur was shocked. “No, not in their midst, Arthur. We will go to an abandoned village,

And Eden didn't mind drowning in that ocean that was Malakai. And just like the moon, Malakai had a side of him so dark that even the stars couldn't shine on it. He had a side so cold that even the sun couldn't burn on it. Malakai was the one who would make the world burn first. And Eden longed for exactly that. A man who would bring the universe to its knees for even a single drop of Eden's tears.

How can he then take those pictures and try to blackmail me with it? “That fucker!!” Malachi’s eyes darken the more and I see a flicker of red and amber in them. He is getting angry and his wolf is on the same thing too. Aside from being an alpha of his pack, he told he was a grey wolf too. One of the most dangerous species of wolves. Throughout history, only a few grey wolves are still alive and this man happens to be one. He and his mate. Okay now, he has really told me a lot about himself and I told him too. For the first time, I told someone about my powers, the one I inherited from my mother. The ability to heal myself and others, the ability to speak to the moon goddess and that incred

With each passing day, his dark influence grew stronger, and the consequences of his actions threatened to consume not only the pack but the entire supernatural world. Malachi's lust for power knew no bounds, and he would stop at nothing to achieve his ultimate goal. As the pack unknowingly stood on the precipice of destruction, Malachi revelled in the chaos he had orchestrated. He watched with sadistic pleasure as the bonds of love and trust unravelled, confident that he was the puppeteer pulling the strings in this wicked game. Little did the pack know that they were merely pawns in Malachi's grand scheme. The true extent of his malevolence and the depth of his dark magic was yet to be rev