Novel & Cerita Malenia X Tarnished

Surely with damage like that to her clothes, there had to be something horrible on her body. As she looked over her light brown skin there was nothing. Aside from the old scars that littered her smooth skin, she was blemish-free. Part of her wanted to see them again. The curiosity was killing her. But that wasn’t what she was there for. Boys were fun but she ran across the country to hide from her family and her ex. Zira wanted to get through school and find the perfect place to plant roots and hide.

Mira said, smiling when she saw the tiny reaction on the Monarch's face. Everyone knew that the Arctic Temple was tainted with malicious energy, and what happened to Mira years before, her dark manifestation made the malicious energy stronger. It didn't take a genius to figure out how a demon wolf like her could affect the malicious energy around her. Her life was and would always be surrounded by dark desires, so dark that nothing could compare to it. Mira was a beacon for malicious energy, and that was why she needed the world's balance if she wanted to stay sane around the people she cared for and loved.

Malia said weakly, but her voice, but I wasn’t letting this go. “Your girl, Malia,” Avan said, his tone mocking, “is what we call a defector wolf. Yes, she's currently a beta, but she was born an Omega. She didn't hear her wolf most of her life and only heard it when it told her I was her mate - so essentially, her wolf comes out when she's horny for me—” I didn’t let him finish. My fist connected with his jaw, silencing him. “Watch your mouth,” I warned, my voice low and venomous.

“I changed.” She sneered. “You call this change? Blending filth with flame? You were born of the high light, Malachai. You were our fiercest hand. Now look at you, tainted with mortal sentiment.” “Mortal sentiment,” I echoed, smiling faintly. “You mean compassion.” She circled me slowly, her power radiating like sunlight turned cruel. “You’ve infected the weave of creation. The boy. The woman. The wolves. They carry your imbalance like a disease.”

The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body. The pain of the contractions suddenly vanished, replaced by a strange, creeping numbness. My limbs grew as heavy as lead. I could barely lift a finger. "Good," Darren nodded, satisfied. "She’s more cooperative now." The click of high heels echoed from the hall. Silvana walked in, a twisted look of triumph on her face. "You should have taught her this lesson a long time ago, brother," she said, nudging my limp hand with the toe of her shoe. "A whore like her brings nothing but shame to the Falcone name."

With a shaky smile, I turned to the mirror and stared at my reflection. I gasped when I saw myself. I had never known that I could look this beautiful. One thing that stood out was my hair, which was packed into a low bun. White flowers were pinned around my hair, and an elegant crystal tiara graced my head. I looked at my face; shimmery mascara accentuated my eyes. She hadn't used false lashes but had simply applied mascara. The foundation matched my skin tone perfectly, and she had chosen a matte lipstick for my lips, giving me an exquisite appearance.

Back to Mia. "Vane!" Elara kicked, clawed, and bit, but Malphas was made of a denser, crueler energy than the man she knew. He didn't even flinch. She looked back one last time. The silver had covered the real Vane completely. He was a statue now—a silent, platinum monument to the man who had traded his soul for her mother’s. "I'll come back for you!" she vowed, her voice cracking. "I'll burn this garden to the ground!"

My breath stutters. “A wolf?” I whisper. She nods. “It’s early. Fragile. But it’s there.” The second heartbeat thumps in agreement. “That can’t happen,” Gaven says again, quieter now. “She’s never had one.” Maelis studies me carefully. “Then perhaps she wasn’t meant to.” The words land heavier than they should. “You said it yourself,” Maelis continues. “Her marking wasn’t normal.” Gaven’s jaw tightens.

she repeated, her voice firm but laced with fear. “You think I give a shit about being a monster? This world isn’t about good and evil anymore. It’s about power, and we’re standing on the edge of something massive. But you… you’re too afraid to take that leap.” I stepped back, letting my words hang in the air like a noose. “You’re wasting our time, Elara. You think keeping Millie alive is some noble act? It’s pathetic. You need to embrace the darkness or you will be sacrificed.”

"Don't you, Hyntece?" Hyntece. Melvin's earlier identity. "Listen carefully." He outstretched his hand, levitating a red aquatic orb with the face of the girl Melvin cherished. Arlyaen cracked his knuckles and deepened the grip. "She, is the last step to achieving the dream all of us have been dreaming of. One more step to go. Keep that in your mind, and nothing shall come in your way." Arlyaen squeezed his palm tightly, and an amber glow shone through, casting a sinister light on his face. When he opened his hand again, the earlier spheroid had crumbled into nothing but charred flakes.