Melkor Novels & Stories

Her voice was cold, sharp, and cut through the room like an iron blade. "He is not a monster," Natalia said, her eyes locking onto the elderly lord. "His name is Kael. He was a slave, taken from your streets while you sat in these velvet chairs and looked the other way. Malakor tried to turn him into a mindless puppet for his army. Instead, Kael broke the slave mind, took the core's power for himself, and used it to tear down the refinery that was poisoning your air."

His skin was the color of twilight, his hair a cascade of stark silver, and his eyes—a deep, piercing violet—swept across the room with a mixture of desperate hope and intense disbelief. It was Malakor, the King of the Dark Elves. Nalvath, who had been leaning quietly against the stone pillar near the back of the room, froze. For a man who had survived centuries of exile, torture, and shadow, the sight of the young king made his breath completely hitch in his chest.

He jerked off his body and almost fell off from his horse, roaming eyes around him. 'Who said that?' he thought. The Commander of his army, Panther, was fighting close to him, growls of bloodlust for the enemies coming from his mouth. His red eyes were enough to scare someone normal, his roars were more violent, the swinging of his sword was proving that he was a living monster in the mankind. "It is me," the voice whispered again. Moriah sighed with frustration, though the voice seemed familiar as if he heard that mysterious voice before. "I am the Lord of Life."

“How can you say so? Have you already seen one?” “You still have a lot to learn, Migi.” He smiled a little widely, ruffling her hair. “They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.”

It could be his power of influence, but I believe these villains might be the good guys. “Yes, my dad needs to heal the tree, which he can do while watching my grandpa. Plus, I am here to help as well. That leads to what my mom needs from you. You need to tell Fenrir you are not the Amory, because you are not. Being that you are connected to my mom and not Arcas, you are not the Amory. The only one that can be the Amory is Jormungandr, because he has enough power to fake the Amory’s powers. Help him convince your people he is the rightful leader by sharing your power with him. There is a Seidr Grimoire that was handed down in Jormungandr and Fenrir’s family, they are from the oldest magic wi

Venn turned to Lily and whispered, "That tornado wasn't yours to make, Lily." Lily nodded, she knew she didn't have the talent to do such a thing. And Amity turned to her master again, her eyes filled with worry. Because a person who created such a large tornado from the sky must have a tremendous amount of power. In this whole wolf kingdom, it could only be him and the wolf king – Elias' father. "Unexpected, right?" Douglas looked at Elias sarcastically at his shock. Lily pointed to the sky, stammering, “ Have… you made it?”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

"You know you love her, right?" The dead carcass is no longer appetizing. "Stop, Bastian." He says nothing more about my bride. I eat but only because I refuse to waste the life of the deer. I cannot love her. We spend the remainder of our time discussing rumors of a chalice that Bastian began searching for many centuries ago. The legend says it belonged to Belus, son of Poseidon. I would give my left nut to get my hands on it before Bastian. Not because of whom it belonged to but because Bastian covets the piece, which makes it a greater acquisition.