Melina X Tarnished Novels & Stories

Beneath her name, a single word was stamped in bold, stark font: DECEASED. I opened the next. Princess Marianne of the Crescent Moon Pack. A high-ranking Alpha’s daughter with deep, soulful eyes and an elegant posture. DECEASED. Elena. An Alpha's daughter from the western plains. MISSING. Victoria. A beautiful Lycan princess. MYSTERIOUSLY ILL / DECEASED. I went through them one by one. Ten profiles. Ten breathtakingly beautiful women who he had all slept with, all from prestigious bloodlines, all daughters of Alphas, kings, or powerful Lycan lords. And every single one of them was gone.

"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.

Everything I do, every step I take, is all in a bid to make her smile; I need her, in a way I never thought I'd need someone ; My willpower must remain intact however; Never must I waver; Not even during those brief moments when she thinks I'm not looking, and I feel the hatred pouring off her in waves; Or when she cringes as I reach for her hand before deciding it's okay to trust me; It's not her fault though; I know that, and I love her for trying to make me feel loved; But I am scarred by her resentment; The curse I can never lift. "Having fun?"

Instead, it had only reinforced how much she had lost—her innocence, her dreams, her sense of self. As Elara stared at her reflection, she realized that she had been so focused on destroying those who had wronged her that she had forgotten to rebuild herself. Who was she now? Was she still Elara Hawthorne, the orphan who had been taken in out of pity, only to be cast aside when she no longer served a purpose? Or was she Elena Grey, the mysterious heiress who had swept into society with a hidden agenda? Neither name seemed to fit anymore.

His cum dripped down my chin, mingling with my tears, a stark reminder of his dominance, his control. ***** I came to ruin my ex. I never meant to kneel for his father. I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan that was cold, sharp, and merciless. But then I met Malric Vane. The man doesn’t flirt. He commands. One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees. He’s the Lycan every wolf fears. The man no one touches. And now I wake up in his bed, spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more. He says I wasn’t born…I was made. Made to obey. Made to please him. And the worst part? He’s right. Because every time he calls me good girl, I forge

She pulled out a small piece of cloth. “A piece of her clothing got stuck in my zipper while I was fighting her. Why?” Justin smirked. “With this, we can track her scent.” Ariana’s eyes widened before she let out a chuckle. “You stole the words right out of my mouth.” She turned to Ariel. “Get me a Beta wolf who can track Mavin’s location.” “On it,” Ariel said before rushing out of the room. Meanwhile… Melvin and Kiara tiptoed through the back entrance of their mansion, trying to sneak inside unnoticed.

Inside, lined in black velvet… A single audio chip. Marked with the mirror emblem again. And a handwritten label: “For the successor. If they ever get this far.” – L.H. Dorian stared. “Lysandra Hale,” he said. “She left this behind.” Penelope loaded the chip into her portable reader. It activated immediately. A woman’s voice, unmistakably British, older but steel-edged, crackled through: “If you’re hearing this, then the mirrors failed. And someone found what I meant to keep buried. I built a system to shape perception. I called it Velvet. But the Archive was only ever a doorway… to something far less beautiful.”

She took a slow deep breath before lifting her gaze toward us. One by one. First Cain. Then me. Then Cypril. And somehow, the calmness in her eyes frightened me more than anger ever could. I could hear my heartbeat loudly inside my ears now. They were fast and heavy, almost painful. It felt like my heart was trying to burst right out of my chest. Melissa finally spoke. “I, Melissa Copper, hereby reject Cain Stone, Caleb Stone, and Cypril Stone as my mates.” The moment the words left her lips, everything around me seemed to stop. My hearing faded midway through the sentence as the world suddenly became distant and muffled.

the crowd roared in unison, lifting their glasses in absolute submission. Serena looked up at Victor, a genuine, beautiful smile breaking across her lips. Victor looked down at her, his eyes burning with an intense, unadulterated obsession that was completely terrifying and completely irresistible. As he leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss against her swollen lips right in front of the entire underworld, Serena knew there was no turning back. She was no longer a Moretti. She belonged to the wolf, and together, they were going to burn her past to the ground.