Malivore Myth Novels & Stories

A snake I didn’t get rid of properly. “Maliah Grey is a heartless, careless and irresponsible woman who doesn’t care about her pregnancies. She is willing to go against doctors' orders and her body’s demand just to put work first. She lost seven pregnancies in 4 years as a result of her indifferent attitude towards innocent lives that should have been given a chance to see life at its finest. Her cold-heartedness ripped those babies from becoming part of this world” I think my chest was closing up. I was aware of my hands tugging my hair painfully as I read the words over and over again.

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.

“Is it? You told me that you had everything under control once before. And do you know who was not at the Hunt? The one that we hosted. I’m surprised we’re not still the laughingstock of the world.” The meme that had circulated around the were-community social media popped into Sirius’ mind. A picture of the Maidens walking through the woods with the caption Camouflage so good the Alpha’s daughter cannot be found. It and several others ran the typical course of any scandal and then died off with the next one. They had popped up a few more times over the past year and each time Malachi burst into his office threatening to take his position back.

“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

----- DESCRIPTION ----- "There Are THREE SIDES To Every Story. YOURS, HIS And The TRUTH. " They hate each other for childish reasons. Both clouded by their own selfish nature. Both playing the blame game. It won't stop until someone admits defeat. Until someone decides to call it quits. But how would that ever happen? They are just as stubborn as each other. Malia Ditton is not your average popular girl. She has a past haunting her, a future breaking in front of her. She drowns her worries out with her playfulness and sincerity. It works most of the time. At least it did until he came back.

The rogue tilted her head to the side and spit out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth. “He’s going to kill me and you anyway...so what do I have to lose? Sloane would love to see your face right now. What do you think he’d say, knowing you are harboring a human and working as the ‘vampire king’?” She spoke those last few words vehemently, sarcasm dripping with each syllable. Mal’s eyes widened in surprise as he took a few stumbling locks backwards. “You’re a liar. Sloane isn’t- he can’t be…” His face changed from shock to anger. “You ARE LYING!!” His eyes turned red as he raised a hand to strike.

And I clung to that void inside me because it fueled my rage and kept all those warm fuzzies away. Until I got dragged into this mess. Their world. Malix’s humor. Frost’s honesty. Kian’s loyalty to his brothers. I can’t see them as people. I can’t see their goodness because it erases the void. As long as I only see them as monsters, I can survive this and do the job I came here to do. Suddenly, from inside the bright living room, Malix crows. I rush around the corner, thinking he’s found exactly what we need. Maybe Erik lied to us, and he had a whole jar of Tree of Life sap waiting in his cupboards.

he stopped doing a neck slit motion with his hand " or much worse insane." "Shut the fuck up!" I growled. " I haven't given up hope yet" "Oh, well, I wish you luck. Be careful though, they say Malcolm is deadly. The reincarnate of the devil. Even your first order witch girlfriend is no match for him." First order? What did he mean by that? Mollie was still a second order. " First order? Mollie? " "Ohh, you haven't heard." "No. And Mollie is not my girlfriend."