Malleus X Yuu Novels & Stories

Sasha replied to them curtly, his eyebrows drawn together. ‘I hear you are the food connoisseur’ Lyosha said in a much thicker accent than Sasha’s as he sat in front of me. He was nearly as tall as Sasha and just as muscular. His long dark blond hair was slicked back, his square jaw was covered in day old stubble and his sharp cheekbones made him look like a male model. His dark blue eyes held my attention and mesmerised me, I stared at him a little stunned. ‘My name is Lyosha’ he finished almost in a purr.

She laughed, looking at Faye who was still uneasy. “What about this one?” Selene looked at the painting that Faye pointed at. It was a painting of a place, a grand piano at one side, a wall of shelves on the other, and a humongous tree at the center that was painted looking like it’s glimmering. At the top center was a name, “DOMUS MALUM” written in an elegant font. Her signature was at the down left corner of the painting. Selene shrugged. “It just came into my imagination,” she said and chuckled.

Why? Maddox pushed the door open and the party had gone silent, making it easier to spot them. Soren had his back to me, his fists bunched over Raphael whose face was bruised and bloodied. My heart raced faster and harder in my chest. “You hurt him, Raphael. I warned you, and now I’ll break nine of your bones,” he spat, voice low and cold — “one for each letter in his name: R E M I N G T O N.”

Sounds curious and annoyed at the same time. "Malia's blood type is rare, Leona. It's quite difficult to find the owner of the same blood type." The Alpha lowered his intonation. His baritone voice sounded so deep, and again managed to make Leona close her eyes, even at times like this. The girl seemed to be dying from addiction to hear the Alpha's deep voice. His whisper was able to convey a calm, which he never even found in Damien's husky voice though. In her closed state, Leona chimed in Ash's words. "AB Rh Null?" Leona mentioned Malia's blood type.

Then she opened a lower compartment—and froze. A large device lay nestled inside. Matte black. Angular. About the size of a travelling box, fitted with vents and digital panels. Etched into its surface were the words: Kyrexin-X. Lylah didn’t know what it meant. But something about it—its weighty design, the way it seemed to hum with dormant power—made her blood run cold, and instantly she knew that this... this was worse than silver bullets.

The ingenuity and elegance of this technology left Joe in awe, and he was eager to learn more about the Smart Pearl Sonoclam and the wonders of Aqualeara's advancements in science and innovation. Nerissa gazes at the sleek Sonoclam, admiring its craftsmanship as she gently closes it. The small microphone piece fits perfectly into the center of the honeycomb-shaped speaker, and the magnetic closure secures it shut. She notices a small glass bump, like half a sphere, set into the metal shell just above the magnetic clasp, adding to the device's charm.