Melina X Tarnished Novels & Stories

“Unbind me, then I'd release you people from this place.” “But you said they were fine.” “Well they are, but how can I trust you too? I won't let you go until you unbind me. Only the blood of Miri or her descendants can unbind me. Do it then we have a deal.” I knew whatever this entity is it will never let us out, something stirred in me and I knew exactly what to do. I elongated my claws and dug into my palm. “I, Mellisa, Descendant of Miri unbinds Btova from the blood oath. You are made free.”

“Did you maniuplate Melina’s emotions?” She smiled squeezing my hand, “Oh Kellina, I wish I had in some ways because it would have given her an excuse to be an awful person the way she was but I didn’t besides a white wolf as powerful as Melina has a certain shield around her making it hard for even the most trained Red wolf.” “A shield?”

Melina, who had lost her strength long ago, somehow mustered her strength and threw herself onto Sotiria, holding her right leg in a tight grip. “Tiria, I was wrong. I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have been so cruel to you. I beg you… Please don’t leave me with these two men. These men are so disgusting. I don’t want to… do that with them! Tiria, I’m begging you, please let me go. I’m begging you, Tiria! Sob…” She looked at the two men who were filthy, ugly, and smelly beyond comparison. If Sotiria refused to forgive her, she would be turned into a toy for the two ugly men. Melina sobbed profusely.

Never the hollow shell of the woman I loved. “Such a tragedy,” a voice sang out. I spun around, my instincts sharpening, power stirring in my chest. From the mist stepped Melanie. Her beauty was sharp, too sharp, like a rose with poisoned thorns. Her smile stretched wide, her eyes glittering with satisfaction, though she tried to veil it with false pity. “She’s broken, Kieran,” Melanie said, stepping closer with graceful ease. “A vegetable, as they say. Her soul has retreated too far. You’ll never bring her back.”

Taryn pulls her hands away from Dominic, the golden light dissipating as soon as her hands are off him, and the three of us gasp, catching our breaths, while the others stare at us, waiting. “It’s Merina,” Taryn says. “She’s a hybrid.” Maya nods and looks at her mom. “The spell went straight back to her, and she had a grimoire and everything.” “What?” King Malachi asks. “There is no record of Merina being a hybrid or her mom being a witch.” “She may have erased the traces or maybe her family never reported her status,” Dr. Russo says. “Not everyone follows the rules like we did.” “Why would she control Dominic?” Wesley asks.

Estelle smirked. Melina had lost grip of the bottle but Estelle snatched it from her before it could fall and removed the stake from her chest before driving it in again. Melina fell in the pool of her blood with the stake in her chest as her eyes closed shut forever. Estelle watched as her white hair slowly disappeared and as her face turned disfigured and ashen, just like Lilith's. This time, birds of the same feathers flocked and died the same way. Suddenly, Tyga appeared and with a single strike, decapitated Melina before he started to walk away.

I start with volume nine, which covers 1997 to 2001, and I read with my notepad open and my tea getting cold beside me, and I find the name I am looking for on page forty-seven of volume nine. October 31, 1999. Note received from the Moreau family's New Orleans branch regarding a significant working performed by Helena Moreau, third daughter of Celestine Moreau. Helena is confirmed as a hereditary practitioner of considerable ability. The working performed was a binding curse of the highest classification, target: Dominic Alexander Sterling III. Binding medium: the Sterling family fortune. Classification: Generational, self-propagating. Common name within the tradition: The Lover's Ruin. I s

For a spark of the woman who had loved him. He found nothing but the Void. "Elara... it’s me," he whispered, his voice cracking. "It’s Malachi. We... we have a Pact. We have a life together. You just saved me. You gave up your memories to clear the Blight. You did this for us." I looked at my hands. They were stained with the black ink of the crown. I felt the bone-thorns in my forehead, pulsing with a cold, triumphant power that whispered I was better off alone.

I turned to find Melissa closing the distance between us, her hips swaying deliberately. "Hi," she smiled, her tone dripping with false sweetness. I didn't return it. I just held my head high and stared her down. "It's about Elana," she said softly. My senses sharpened violently at my mate's name. I offered a stiff nod, feigning the absolute slightest hint of interest. Pretending to tolerate people I despised was a massive 'no' in my books, especially when my mate hated them. "You made a wrong choice, Arden," Melissa whispered, stepping closer like she was letting me in on a secret. "Choosing Elana was a mistake. She belongs to Cassian Thorne. The moment you killed his men, you signed your d

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.