Malenia X Tarnished Novels & Stories

Couldn’t the Goddess give me a lycan as a mate? Being with a human is so hard!! I’m so scared right now! What if she decides she can’t do this all after all? What will I do then?! I don’t want anyone else but her. “Your misery is seeping out.” Milia passed me a pendant. It was a honey-gold color ore right in the middle of a silver spellbinding, “It’ll work on everyone except people she has or had a deeper connection and memories with.” “Care to elaborate?”

Then, he looked into my eyes. His breath hitched. "Elara... your eyes." "I know," I said. My voice didn't sound like mine. It was deeper, layered with a metallic echo. "The violet is gone, Malachi." I looked into the reflection of a nearby puddle. The vibrant, fiery purple of the Primal Seed had been extinguished. My irises were now a flat, mirror-like silver—the exact color of Malachi’s—but with pupils that slit like a cat’s when I focused.

Of course she wasn't really Henry's sister, but she was a close friend to him and decided to be part of our little dysfunctional family. She looked gorgeous as always, the true definition of class and beauty. However her love for jewelry sometimes tried to make her effort look a little too much, but today she abandoned those excess jewelry for a simple necklace with the family's emblem as the pendant; a Lion. No wonder we all acted so high and mighty. Then there was Luka James, my best friend turned family. I met Luka when I traveled overseas. He was part of another vampire family and was a really loyal member. It was a really large well known family with powerful vampires that were more old

when the saw a reflection of Arban in mirror…. In mirror reflection Arban was looking like an dark colored figure while his eyes, finger nail, and tongue was glowing in deeper shade of pink color… “Wh… what is it?” Viola questioned Jasmine with shock face “His body had turned Love potion into Love poison… his black skin signifies the darkness of Love poison which is also decaying his flesh from inside… while pink color show that he is still imagining and speaking only of his mistress Methiela” Jasmine explained After saying that Jasmine turned her entire attention to Arban and started chanting a spell “Love that turned evil, let go of body that is in control of spirit… speaking of malevolenc

The olive-skinned witch sat in a runic circle of violet-incensed candles, chanting steadily, her voice low and resonant, muttering words in Greek, Gaelic, and Lykubian. Most heartbreakingly, the translucent ghost of the crown prince teetered on the edge of death. A ragged sob ripped from my chest, and I shook my head again and again. My mate laid as still as a corpse. No flesh. No breath. No life. Already gone. “His soul is faintly there.” Marlena, dressed in a black tunic and jeans, paused her craft as I staggered inside. Scattered around her were small relics, three pyramid crystals, and an enormous black book splayed open.

"Chaos is a garden, Morgana. We harvest well in the weeds. But you speak of the hybrid. The one who face-plants into destiny. She is the wild card." "She is the key," Morgana corrected. "But she is untrained, impulsive, and surrounded by alphas who think with their teeth instead of their heads. I need a binding agent. Something that can anchor the resonance without extinguishing the flame." Malice stood up, her iron jewelry clinking like a funeral march. She walked to a shelf lined with jars of preserved memories and extracted a small, jagged piece of obsidian—different from the coins of the Heights. This was raw, pulsing with a dull, rhythmic light.

“Testing her patience.” Kieran smirked. His hand punched thumb and forefinger together, tapping twice at his chin. “Seeds?” Implying at the thing she does with the little black seeds. Malen nodded, her hands forming small circles near her chest. “Healing drills.” She signed 'injury' by tracing her middle finger down her opposite arm, then shook her head sharply. “Fake.” A quick downward push of both hands. “Skip chores" Her fingers paused midair, then brushed forward. “She saw right through it.”

"My claws will track down a low-blood rogue warrior to snare his body, then my tongue will scatter scandalous mating news about their forbidden physical relationship across all the border guard channels. When that bloody shame explodes into the open, your father’s beast will be incredibly glad his line still carries your loyal name inside the den. Trust my malice, darling pup. It won’t be many mooncycles before my plotting secures your grand warrior return to the Sterling Wolf Manor gates!" Having read the stolen parchment text to the very last letter, my silver eyes narrow into tiny, freezing slits as my gaze stares coldly into the dark valley distance. Just when my inner wolf thought my co

he stated softly, and he folded his hands neatly behind his back. "Maybe you guys should invest in better rocks," I suggested, and I crossed my arms tightly over my chest to hide my shaking hands. "You have no magical signature, no elemental affinity, and no shifter traits in your veins," Malakar continued, and he leaned closer to inspect the mud on my face. "I'm just a human, so maybe your machine had a glitch," I lied, and the sweat beaded on the back of my neck as his dark eyes seemed to pierce straight through my skull.

Cord had looked Dayen in the eye when he had pronounced the virgin to be given: Mala. Mala was outclan and different from the blonde men and women of High Stag. Her hair was reddish brown and wavy where theirs was straight, she was tall where the women of High Stag were petite. And she had no father or brothers to deny the chiefs, having been raised as a ward of the shaman school after her mother, a refugee from Great Bull, had taken fever when she was ten summers old. Over the last eight summers, she had grown to womanly curves, and the sight of her body made Dayen want her with the deep need of new manhood even now when he was ten summers beyond it. It was probably that, more than the need