Malakas Na Pulso Sa Leeg Novels & Stories

My hands tremble uncontrollably as I press them to my chest, feeling the frantic, useless beat of my heart. Malakai’s words echo in my mind, cold, sharp, and undeniable: He knows. He knows the trap.

Dr. Raphael Alderton is the city's most brilliant thoracic surgeon, known for his ice-cold precision and untouchable demeanor. But when the enigmatic Elias Wrenford arrives at St. Jude’s Medical Center with a gunshot wound and a past tied to the underworld, Raphael's professional walls begin to crumble. Elias is dangerous, arrogant, and undeniably magnetic. As their clandestine attraction explodes into a series of feverish encounters, Raphael finds himself entangled in a web of secrets that threaten his career and his life. In a world of sterile white halls and dark alleyways, can Raphael save the man who makes his heart race, or will they both bleed out?

​The massive serpent’s tail whipped forward, winding around Soulus's body in tight, suffocating coils, pinning his arms to his sides until his ribs groaned under the crushing pressure. ​Malakai drew his massive serpent head back, his black scales catching the dim, unholy light. With lightning speed, he lunged forward, piercing his long, hollow fangs deep into the side of Soulus’s neck. ​Soulus let out a muffled, strangled gasp. A dark, black-veined curse flooded from Malakai’s fangs directly into the boy's bloodstream. Within seconds, Soulus’s eyes rolled back into his head, his body going completely limp and lifeless within the tight coil of scales.

I let out a low, long groan, my hips thrusting up off the chair. A massive wave of intense orgasm crashed through my entire body. My tight heat squeezed around my fingers in hard, wet pulses. My legs shook violently, my thighs trembling against the arms of the wooden chair. Golden light flared behind my closed eyes as the magic in my blood exploded, sending the feeling of my intense climax straight down the bond line directly into Malakai's brain.

Dahil nakita kong nakahandusay si Thana sa sahig at wala itong malay. Patakbong nilapitan ko ito at kaagad kong pinulsuhan. Nakaramdam ako ng ginhawa ng malaman kong normal naman ang kanyang pulse rate. Pinakiramdaman ko rin ang tibok ng kanyang puso at bigla na lang akong napangiti ng normal din ang tibok nito. Marahil ay na-out balance lang ito at nawalan ng malay kanina. Tiningnan ko ng maayos ang kanyang ulo subalit wala naman akong nakitang bakas na maaaring maging sanhi ng kanyang pagkabagok. Kayat maingat ko na lang siyang binuhat at dahan-dahan'g inihiga sa kama.

pagpilit ng meyor. Tinikom naman ni leo ang kanyang bibig at pilit na iniiwasan ang pulang medalyon. Hanggang sa magkasalubong ng tingin ang dalawa at sa hindi malamang kadahilanan ay parang kusang bumubuka ang kanyang bibig . Nakapasok na ang pulang medalyon sa bibig ni leo at kusa muli niya itong nilunok kahit anong pilit niyang pag iwas. Nagsuka si leo ng itim na likido at unti unti siyang nahihilo hanggang sa maramdaman niya ang pagbukas ng kanyang dibdib na para bang nahahati siya sa gitna. Sa gitna ay lumabas ang isang tao at di kalaunan ay namatay na si leo na wasak wasak ang katawan. The man's loud laughter could be heard coming out of leo. It’s remarkable that he resembles it as if

The reinforced glass door of the balcony slid open, and Malakai stepped out onto the metal platform, looking down at them with a cruel, unyielding smile. "Welcome to the split-tongue legacy, Luna Laila," he said, his cybernetic left hand lifting to press a button on the railing. "Let's see how much silver your bloodline can output when the entire mountain turns into an extraction chamber."

Damon said, boosting Runa up toward the central manifold. Runa climbed with the agility of a forest cat, her hands slick with oil. She reached the release lever, but as she gripped it, the deck beneath them shuddered. A massive, steam-powered claw swept across the catwalk, pinning Damon against the brass sphere. "DAMON!" Runa screamed. From the shadows, Malakai stepped forward. He wasn't wearing armor; he wore a long grey coat, and his mechanical arm—a masterpiece of brass and silver—was whirring with lethal intent.

"Over here." Malakai was twenty feet away, slumped against a tree. Except it wasn't a tree. It was a pillar of translucent bone that pulsed with a soft, blue light. He was clutching his stomach. Blood—real, red blood—seeped through his fingers. "You're bleeding." Maya crawled toward him. Her knees sank into the velvet grass. It felt like kneeling on a living lung. "I thought... I thought we'd be starlight or some shit."

It was a physical sound—a roar so loud it cracked the remaining quartz pillars. “ELARA!” A shadow darker than the cavern lunged across the ledge. Malachi didn't look like a King; he looked like a monster. His blue runes were bleeding into a dark, angry crimson, and his eyes were the color of a dying sun. He didn't grab me. He slammed his fist into his own chest, directly over his heart, and projected a pulse of raw, Alpha-frequency energy into the air. He didn't try to reconnect the Tether. He created a new one. He didn't use a "cable" of light; he used a chain of blood.