Malivore Myth Novels & Stories

How could I miss that,” She breathed. ”And how do you fix it?” James asked in a harsh tone. Malia's eyes widened and her head shook. ”I- I don’t know,” she said helplessly. She was only a child when she was turned, she didn't know much, if anything, about the vampires, and all she did know she had told us already before the war broke out. ”There is no way to help her,” Raven said and all our heads turned to face her. ”The poison isn't something that one can be cured of, it is meant to kill people slowly and painfully. It’s a form of torture, not all vampires have that trait,” she said and licked her lips before clenching her jaw.

Her knees buckled and her vision blurred with tears. Malia gasped, laughing through the pain, her breath fogging in the chilly air, the sound ragged. "Yes, daddy," she cooed, then begged, "Ram that big, fat black cock into my tiny tight, white pussy. I lied. I have never seen a dick that huge. Neither has mom. I can't wait to compare notes with her. Tell her what a good fuck you are." Reality was settling in. This was happening. Ben wasn't stopping. Malia thought bringing up her mom might help make Ben reconsider, but her loud mouth had finally caught up with her.

In a monotonous tone, Levi the Envious spoke without making fun of himself. “Have you got no trust with our prince, Maleficent? Let him redeem himself and stop acting like a damn hero,” said Levi the Envious, “You are a villain so act like one. You are greedy so take and take until nothing is left to plunder. And you are a demon like me and like Damon; we made use of anything, everything, and anyone.”

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

“You sound shocked. Anyone listening might think the king hasn’t touched you in years.” “Speak for yourself.” Malvory snaps, sitting up straighter as she brushes imaginary lint from her shoulder. “Not everyone has a dry cupboard like you.” Her voice lowers. “Besides, there’s no tea capable of taming a beast like that. If there were, I would’ve already found—” She stops short, hissing under her breath as if she nearly revealed too much. Camala’s eyes narrow. “Are you saying that I’m lying?” Malvory scratches her head with a finger, her confidence faltering. “There is no way I would ever doubt you,” she mutters.

“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