Malenia X Tarnished Novels & Stories

She agreed to meet me up for lunch tomorrow and they all left the pack house, with Harold looking back every minute and wondering why he was so nervous to be around me. “Thanks, Malia. I really needed the support.” I let out through our mind link, speaking directly to Valerie's wolf, Malia. I know that Hunter is a strong and powerful wolf, but there is no way he could intimidate Harold Armstrong with his aura because Harold doesn’t have his wolf yet, so he can’t feel Hunter's domineering aura. But Malia is not just the future Luna. She is the last healer and she has the power to reach into his mind and influence his wolf to comply. She manipulated him to feel her strong aura, and he felt so

It's really funny that she only noticed it now. Her eyes wandered around her small face. The face where people in their small-town envies and at the same time loved by many. Dalia's palm was still throbbing from the crisp slap she gave her. Her hair is flaming red, an attractive color. Red—a color that represents life, health, vigor, war, courage, anger, and love. She wants to laugh as she looks at Agnes that was currently holding back her cry and she looks up at her with disbelief in her eyes.

“They still refused.” Arven’s man opened his mouth to argue, but I raised a hand. And he closed it immediately. “I will pay on behalf of Sir Arven today”, I paused to see the brief relief in their eyes before I turned to Arven’s man and continued, “Merchant Arven will be billed by the Grand Duchy to pay the dues to us in 2 days. Any delay and his assets will be sealed accordingly.” Arven’s man opened his mouth to speak, but was visibly shaken to say another word. Any nobles who committed tax fraud were treated in the same manner, so he knew I was not making idle threats.

Xander did tell me that he blurted it out to Sabrina. She was obviously certain I wasn't his mate though. I almost laughed, despite the hurt I was feeling. “Sabrina…” “I'm not done.” She hissed, taking a menacing step forward. “I mean, think about it. It just doesn't make any sense. Tell me why the moon goddess would pair a lowlife like you, with someone as perfect as Xander? You're not in the tiniest bit compatible, so tell me what the hell you did to manipulate your way into his heart.” she said and I clenched my fists at my side.

"I already did. Celeste's guards almost doubled and security around the rest of the pack doubled. We don't know how to smell them so it is hard to find them." "It’s because of their mixed blood." This caught my attention. I spun on my heel to look him directly in the eye. "Malum mixes blood of other creatures into their bloodstream. It's a lot at one time and wolfsbane is added in as well. It's why it is such a painful process. The wolves bane fights off the blood that is naturally in their system while the other blood is able to travel throughout their body. It starts to make their cells react. Malum hasn't figured out a way to make them true hybrids without killing them but that isn't his

He was a god who had burned out his own sun just to get us over a wall. "You speak of ownership, little wolf?" Malphas chuckled. The sound was like glass clinking in a silk bag. "The Alpha of the North rejected her as 'tainted.' He saw a girl who had been touched by a donor. But I? I see a girl who has been **tempered**." He took a step forward. The twelve black wolves behind him moved in perfect unison, a shadow-tide closing in. Their eyes weren't yellow or amber; they were a cold, surgical blue.

Valerius intoned, “you become property. Not of me alone, but of your own darkest nature.” Silas bound her wrists with rope soaked in something that smelled of incense and decay. Morgaine placed a collar around her neck, cold metal engraved with a phrase: “Corrupta et Intacta” —Corrupted and Untouched. Valerius approached, a blade in hand. He cut a shallow line across her chest, just above her heart. The pain was sharp, clean. “This mark means you bleed for us,” he said, then licked the wound, tasting her blood.

Without the suppressants, my scent was changing by the second the sweet, metallic tang of Silver blood was beginning to bloom, amplified by the life growing inside me. "A second-generation anomaly," Vane whispered, and for the first time, I saw something other than boredom in her eyes. I saw greed. "Elder Malrec will want to know if the trait is dominant in the womb. Change of plans. Secure her. We’ll take her to the Citadel for ‘observation.’" Observation. I knew what that meant in Council speak. Dissection while the heart was still beating.

The sheer disgust dripping off of Madison's tone is enough to shatter my new found confidence into shards. A cold sheen layers her dark blue eyes, making them appear even more cunning and disapproving than ever before. The kindness that I once sawn in them is now nothing but a vivid memory of the faraway past. "I'm s-so–" But before I can finish my sentence James Witherdale, mind you the most handsome guy in school, cuts me off mid speech.

Zane’s eyes darkened slightly—not with anger, but with knowing. “What if the dream isn’t just a dream?” I asked, my voice trembling. “What if it’s a warning?” Malrik’s POV Yes… Malrik Fenrath. The name that once made even the fiercest alphas bow in fear. The Dark Lycan. The cursed one. The forgotten king. They thought they could erase me. That hiding her soul in a new body, giving her a new name—Autumn—could sever the bond that was written in blood and destiny.