Malivore Myth Novels & Stories

he asked. I furrowed my brows at him. "Ah. You are. You know, there's a myth that the one that takes a Witches virginity and then kills her can take her power." he said lowly. I swallowed but scoffed. "Of course there would be. And of course you would believe in such a misogynistic and oppressive myth. You know what's really a myth? Virginity. It's a construct built by society." I snarled. "Then you won't mind if I take yours" he smirked and advanced towards me.

Marcia said, picking out pieces of fruit from the bowl close to her. “Well no one alive” Ley added, “Many stories that are deemed myth are purely so because none were left alive to continue the tale and document it.” “Yeah ok, maybe, I’ll leave the researching about those things for the librarians, I have my own research to do” Marcia replied, waving her hand dismissively. “The only thing you research are your loud canaries” Ley retorted with a booming laugh. “You son of a…” she began to snarl back when a noise from the doorway cut her off.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

Worse than that, all their fake media stunts were failing miserably the second they stood next to my raw talent. Instead of rising to fame like their family had hoped, Nyra’s popularity hadn't grown a single inch, and his public reputation was actually crashing down into the mud. Malachi felt completely suffocated because his elite brain couldn't accept the fact that his perfect plan had flopped. Therefore, his fingers pulled out pack resources to hire a massive army of paid trolls, hoping to ruin my clean image by claiming that Jonah's crew was feeding me a secret script. If this rumor caught fire, it could completely tarnish my warrior honor and help Nyra regain his spot as the favorite ch

“That day when you lost to me in the duel, rather than crying to your aunt, had you acknowledged me, you would have known just how easy it is for me to kill you.” I spoke as I raised the top of my sword to his throat, warning him to keep his mouth shut. “Every one of your mistresses sought permission from me first before they warmed your bed because they feared offending me, the daughter of the Grand Duke. And I allowed them so you would keep your paws off me." I could see embarrassment filling his eyes. He gritted his teeth in anger, fists clenched. "I never expected you to be a good husband. I just expected you to be loyal to the Grand Duke. To this Duchy. But you chose the path of arrogan

That slap sent me crashing to the ground, and I even saw stars. The metallic taste of blood spread through my mouth as my front tooth wobbled from the force. "You skank! You always look dead at home! What are you talking about so happily now? Is she teaching you how to seduce men?" Her words were so vile that all the neighbors came out to watch the commotion. However, not a single person stepped in to stop her. Perhaps, to them, I was the scum trying to seduce my own father as Mom had claimed.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, finally finding the courage to speak. "Yes, they do, but they think it is a myth," Xavier replied, his tone resigned. If only they knew the truth, I thought to myself. The reality was that harming a White Wolf, especially killing one, would invoke the wrath of the Moon Goddess. Those involved in such an act would face certain death, a retribution that was swift and merciless. This divine punishment was not a mere story to frighten children; it was a law of the supernatural world, as immutable as the phases of the moon itself. The thought of such a fate was both terrifying and oddly comforting to me. It meant that there was a higher power maintaining

Mallory asked the question that had been on the tip of my tongue. "Besides the fact that I like Mythology and Fantasy and that my mother teaches it, I love vampires. They're enchanting." "But they're not real. How could you be enchanted by something that's not real?" I rolled my eyes at her. If only she knew. "I don't believe that. There's too much information on them for them to be made up." "All that could be made up to Jillie. Besides, why would you believe in something so sinister? Why would something that was portrayed that way "enchant" you?" Mallory asked her, putting air quotes around enchant. I had to keep myself from flinching at her words.

“We’ve spent centuries trying to repay our debt to your people. Yet your ancestors and you vilified us at every turn. So, what do you have to say to my infant son when he begins to speak and asks why you want to send him back to a planet which doesn’t exist? You really did run with all the lies, didn’t you?” Malcolm continued to press the old human. Make him see how foolish he sounded. These ideas were debunked almost immediately. “Worked yourself up into a real lather and then came here to unleash it. I’ll help you with that. I may turn into a wolf, but sir you are intolerant, rude, and bigoted. How about you go home and leave me alone? No one here asked for your opinion. We’re working with

he nods again slowly. “Mali used black magic to make us think that we were mates but in truth she was, well is your true mate and would mate with you and make you forget by recasting the spell upon you to make you think your mate was me and I am sorry but she is now in my dungeon because the dark arts are forbidden and she needs to be punished for her crimes, are you still with me?” he nods