Malenia X Tarnished Novels & Stories

"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.

“In your previous birth, instead of getting to you herself, she used a vulnerable pawn. She dug out the deeply concealed desire for everlasting youth and immortality from the pawn’s heart to reach her own goal,” “Malena…” I muttered immediately, as the words rose onto my lips spontaneously. And nurse agreed serenely. “Yes, Talia, Malena. You’d be baffled to know that Malena wasn’t a maleficent and murderous witch. She was an intensely loving, caring, and amiable woman who never could have imagined hurting anyone, let alone kill them. But that brutal witch Jezebel, transformed her into this evil juggernaut who wouldn’t even wince before murdering even an innocent child,” nurse croaked, her vo

Merlius fell on his knees and bowed instantly while Nat remained standing in silent but blatant disrespect; every pore on her face displayed her disdain and mistrust of the Goddess before us. The surge of rage flared through my body, and I ran towards the bitch, ready to swing my fist into her stupid ethereal face, which held that Mona Lisa kinda annoying smirk. Before I even managed to get closer to her, she evaporated into thin air and transpired right behind my back. I turned to see the glint of amusement mixed with a soft glow in her silver eyes. Malleteagan is a spitting image of his mother; I don’t know why everyone is saying that he looks like Endymion. When I look at Selene, she look

Tendrils of black vapor curl and twist around its jagged silhouette, hissing softly as if the chair itself is alive, hungering for something just out of reach. Malachi’s appearance is no less commanding. His skin, a deep obsidian, glistens faintly, intricate runes etched across its surface. They pulse dimly, shifting like molten lava beneath the surface. His horns arch back from his brow in smooth, gleaming curves. Golden eyes blaze beneath, twin infernos that pierce the room with a feral intensity.

Erya fell on the ground with a thud and there came a point where she opened her eyes but never got to close them again on her own. Cia's glossy eyes flooded with tears by watching another person turning lifeless before her. Why did their love have to cost them so many lives? Why was it tainting them so badly? Shutting her eyes, she buried herself in his arms. Zale, whose eyes were fixed on Erya's soulless eyes, finally darted towards Cia when she caged him firmly. A vulnerable sigh escaped from his mouth because now he himself didn't know that was that game of getting tainted with the blood of their closed ones was ever going to end or it was going to end only with their own blood?

The candle throws his face into planes of light and shadow. “Ronan doesn’t know you asked me here,” I say. Not a question. “Not yet.” “Mh.” I drum my fingers once on the armrest. “So. This is treason, then. Excellent. I hate wasting time on anything less.” His mouth twitches. “Ronan has grown… attached to his Luna.” “I’ve noticed.” “She is a curse,” Malric says flatly. “Gift‑wrapped as a second chance.” I shrug a shoulder. “Curses and gifts tend to look similar, depending on who’s holding them.”

With his head bowed low, he felt his strength wane. In response to Dirk's display of vulnerability, a malevolent smirk twisted across Malta's lips. He leaned closer, his hand caressing Dirk's cheek. "Ah, the pathetic little Omega," he purred sadistically. "So weak and eager for my touch. If you weren't such a pitiful Omega, I might have claimed you already." Malta's voice dripped with contempt. "You exist solely to please Alphas, a mindless creature devoid of purpose."

“Of course you cannot, girlie. Lana is a hybrid born from a mermaid from the Ambivalent World and an incubus from the Malevolent World.” Twirling the green-colored sherbet in her hand, Cent hummed before she tilted her head to the side while staring at Matilda with eyes full of curiosity. “With her looks, she should have stayed in the Ambivalent World. Her beauty did not match our race. She looks like a nymph surrounded by vile horned beings like what usually happens in the story.” Cent placed her chin atop the back of her hand, her elbow resting on the glass table.

A minute later she answered - "Ametrine, a semi-precious stone of purple color, from dark purple to very light." To be honest, I didn’t catch the connection right now - an endless day and an abundance of information made themselves felt. Alina was silent, but I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. Without waiting for my questions, she continued: - Here you have, for example, the surname Yantarskaya was passed down from your father. One has only to look into your eyes and the question - why, will immediately disappear by itself. I am Ametrinova, my she-wolf is black, but the tips of the tail and ears have a peculiar coloration, like the color of Ametrin.

It was deep and menacing, filled with a sense of fury and annoyance, and that made me feel uneasy. Melinda glanced at me, and I also looked into her eyes. I knew she was not going to snitch on me, so I had to tell Malik what he wanted to hear. I had reached my breaking point, with nowhere left to hide and nothing left to do, but to spill what might be the last statement I’ll ever make. I swallowed hard, and I said with trembling, “Alpha Malik, the pups, our pups, are tawny pups. They have strands of tawny hair, tawny eyes, and...”