Malenia X Tarnished Novels & Stories

Ignoring the question asked, Melpomene snatched the portrait from his hands and allowed her features to produce a smile. Her eyes promenaded along Amethyst's portrait and suddenly frowned upon her hair colour. "Your mate is ISCHYRÓS {Powerful}. You just need each other." Melpomene puffed in a quiet tone while she returned the portrait to its owner— who at that time had his eyes facing the window.

Stacy nodded before exiting the vehicle and leading Mal into the complex, Dominic saw his mate laying in the sun down by the river, he couldn't help but smile every time he saw her, he had known her less than a week and was already connected to her in a way he never thought possible, she must have sensed him through the bond because she turned to face him and smiled back, he made his way down through the gardens towards her and greeted her by lifting her into his arms and planting a deep possessive kiss. “I missed you Val.” Valaria smiled at his words, “I missed you too, did you find him?” Dominic lay her back down on the river bank and sat next to her, “We did, he is settling in and will be

The scarred wolf dipped his head again, his eyes on Elira holding a fierce, instant loyalty. The story spilled out in fractured pieces, punctuated by tears Lyra no longer fought. She spoke of Malven—a charming, ambitious noble who discovered her latent werewolf heritage not with horror, but with calculating fascination mixed with his profound hatred. Of her own weakness, her power dormant and shackled by his control. Of the birth of a daughter who carried the same hidden blood.

She would either punish her or leave her be. To Malia's displeasure, Magdalene and I only got closer when I started to show signs of being a seer and a witch. Magdalene was only a witch, but that didn't stop her from helping me. Magdalene was worried that Malia was yet to manifest any signs even though she was already 18. Malia was a year and three months older than I was. She already got her wolf, but that was all. "It could be that she's only a wolf. I mean, her wolf is a Gamma. That's very strong for a woman."

Lucian mumbled to himself. Meanwhile, Malena had just finished doing her make-up and as she glanced at herself in the mirror she couldn't stop laughing maniacally. She grinned and there was a malevolent aura surrounding her. She then glanced at the box on her bedside table. Then she said with a deranged look on her face, "If you can't be with me, then you can't be with her." She mumbled under her breath.

“I, Levana Mckenna, accept your rejection.” I fell to the ground just as I heard the mate bond snap. Beta had been secretly monitoring my unexplained blackouts with a sense of concern and understanding. His decision to keep this information to himself assures me of his loyalty and compassion. Even though I had been absent minded during the meeting, I still remembered that the blood moon day was tonight. Alessandro POV

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

“I’ve seen it in scraps. Old wars. Stolen priestesses. They come back speaking a name that isn’t theirs. Or not at all.” A laugh crawled up my throat, wrong-sized and wrong-shaped. “Riley forgets nothing. She weaponizes it.” Malen’s gaze found the mark at my collarbone. It pulsed—silver threaded in gold, stubborn as breath. “The bond will fight it,” he said. “So will she.” “So will I.” “Of course.” He bowed. “I’ll keep reading until the letters bleed.” “Good,” I said. “If they don’t bleed, make them.”

Clara says, checking herself in the mirror and applying her lipstick. "Who am I dealing with again?" June asks, remembering she hadn't been given a name. "Miles White." Clara replied and June's heart dropped. Whoever didn't know whose name that was, was probably unalike. No way she had gotten herself in this much trouble with the Whites. They were a lineage of endless billionaires and anything they blessed bloomed but what they cursed, withered. But then when she remembered why she was doing all of this, she didn't care if she shot down the president as long as she learned what happened amidst lies and truth for her deceased father's sake and her mother's treatment she was even more willing

Very disrespectfully, she returned to pay attention to all aspects of the man who was still standing firmly in front of her. She just realized a few things. First, this man's skin was completely pale – too pale. Just like all members of the Argent Family. And second, if you pay attention once more, the man's brown bead has now changed color. Bright red like Leona's when angry or when she has found her quarry. "He just isn't human." Inner Malia. The man also showed a thin grin when Malia began to show her restlessness. "Introduce. Me, Derick Skarsgard." he said while stretching out his right hand in front of Malia.