Maleficent Moors Novels & Stories

The pain was excruciating, but he somehow kept a neutral expression on his face. The sight of her husband's burning body was now etched in the depths of Xyla’s heart. She hated herself right then for not being able to fight against the nine-tailed demon fox. They were only ordinary human beings, after all. Despite being more powerful, wealthy, and influential than many others in their real world, they remained powerless in this mystical realm. They were worthless in the face of magic. She began to cry as she clenched her fists, charging toward the nine-tailed demon fox. He waved his hand at her gently, and then she was sent flying ten meters away by a strong gust of wind within seconds.

Her right breast is gone; she was chained and she is crying in pain. “Give me that!” She screamed but the scary beast appeared again from above. This time he has big, black wings that are shaped like bat wings and he is holding a metal stick that is bigger than the normal human arm. “No please… no!” Begged by the naked woman who is trying to grab my blanket.

You know how callous and ruthless Moon is, he may have my head if I knock on his door without notice," he replied facing downwards, shivering. Stone gasped and dialled a number. "Your presence is needed here" he ordered and the person on the other side of the phone hung the call immediately. "Bastard! He yelled into his phone and sat on his huge black chair. "What a fine bitch, we got here! He stared at her through his mask seductively as he chuckled. The lady has short blonde hair with oceanic eyes, a fair skin. Her lips glitter and are a bit glossy. She's a bit plump. She couldn't stop shivering. Her eyes were full of terror.

“I can reach what you locked away.” I step before my mirror. My reflection smirks back, eyes glowing purple, skin humming with dark energy. ‘Now, mortal one,’ the mirror whispers inside my skull. ‘Return to the crypt. Take the mandrake roots. Brew the potion. Drink deep. Strengthen yourself. On the night of the Blood Moon festival, you will awaken the Dark Fives, witches of Ramleigh’s most ancient coven. Together, you will lay waste to Gerald and the wolves of Silvaton Ridge. The land they stole will burn.’

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

The goddess helped Selena to her feet, and although she felt much better now. She still could feel as if the pain that was on her chest was still sitting there. But it was not actually there, it was just ghost pain. “We need to talk,” She said to the powerful entity. The Moon goddess could have taken any form, but she had chosen one that she felt would seem more pleasant in the eyes of the omega. She knew that her true form could kill the she-wolf. “Walk with me,” she said as she led the way.

She paused for a slight second, and looked around the room like she was checking to see someone. "My name is Akira, and I was sold to this man by my wicked stepmother. I've been dealing with living here with absolute carefulness, because I know that my next second isn't certain." She narrated. "So, what does he do? Why does people fear him?" I asked. Her mood suddenly changed. "Alpha Kieran, is the most evil and richest mortuary attendant. He kills, extract souls, imprisons spirits, and sells the bodies of his victims." She explained, and I gasped in shock.

"Or something like him." A chill slid down my spine. "There have been others before." I dragged my gaze from the drawing to her face. "Others?" My voice came out thinner than I wanted. "How many?" Mara didn't look away. "Enough that our ancestors knew to fear them." --- She turned the page slowly, as if giving me time to breathe. I didn't take it. "They are called the Forsaken," she read, her voice low but steady. "Wolves who rejected the Moon Goddess's gift… or were rejected by it."

“Sounds like some serious evil maleficent work in action, there.” “I was thinking more along the lines of good magic,” he said, glancing toward the Marcella statue. I glanced toward my mother as well. The moon glinted off her raised hands as if she might be summoning some kind of supernatural power. The good kind. “So?” Maleficent asked. “Are you mad?” Mad? How could I be mad about something so good and magical bringing us together? Oh, wait, yeah. Mad because he’d objectified and ogled my butt. Well…

She pointed an accusing finger at Theresa, and the others, besides Darius, Herrick, Astrophel, Elaine and Karen began to murmur amongst one another about their long bottled-up displeasure, and Theresa cowered at the angry stares she was getting. A woman got up and spoke this time, looking down, obviously scared to meet Darius' gaze. "We did hear of what she did when we were attacked by the Amphisbaena... She might have saved our village from further destruction, but what she did is unheard of, whether of a nymph, or a Lycan. It's an abomination for anyone besides the gods to possess such abilities. A bad omen waiting to happen, that's what she is. Doom will befall us all if we don't send her