Mileena Weapons Novels & Stories

Maleeka hissed and withdrew her hair immediately, her eyes a mixture of green and black as they landed on Melissa in annoyance. “You stupid witch,” she growled and rushed her, leaping on the ground like a human cat. However, before she could get to her, Melissa had produced a shield that protected her and her sisters with Kaiden. Maleeka snarled, her long black claws clawing on the shield but it was very solid to touch. “Do something, witch,” she turned and growled at Irene, it was obvious from her face and voice that she was really mad.

Mist started gathering around her, waters close by started forming circles around her. Amelia looked at Mila, as if having in mind that what Mila needed was a considerable amount of water, Amelia pulled down a jar of water that was close to her. As soon as Amelia did that, the waters revolved around Mila. Mila had her eyes closed like she was trying to concentrate. Oops!!! Looks like Mila also has the power of telekinesis. The mist turned into a considerate amount of water, and with a swift move of her hands, the waters sprang up and began forming different kinds of weapons. Spears, arrows, swords, blades, dart, spikes, could be seen.

I still had my clothes on, and the mark had to disappear. “ Mileena you are a bless Lycan. You are destin for greatness,” Elder Vernon says.

My knuckles turn white on the reins. “Lada! What the fuck are you doing!?” I control my horse, turning it around. “Can we have a word?” She stops beside the saddle. “It’s important.” “Speak.” Since I returned, I haven’t given her the privilege to have a conversation with me. “Where do I lay my head now that you have a slave in our quarter?” “Milena is not a slave.” “I understand she was your mate, but now she is different.” She is not. Milena remains the most beautiful, determined woman I have known. She is loyal and possesses a powerful gift because of her lineage.

The movement was slow, deliberate, almost ritualistic. ​“I’ve watched you slip out of graves meant for you so many times, Elena,” Mia said, her voice now eerily calm, the eye of the storm. “But not tonight. Tonight, the luck runs out. Tonight, no heroes are coming through that door. No miracles. Just you and me.” ​She pulled out a handgun. It was sleek, black, and fitted with a long, heavy silencer. The sight of it felt like a cold blade pressing against my throat.

“How do you intend to show that poetry doesn’t win wars? Do you have a challenge in mind for that, Alpha Miles?” A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he gestured lazily to his side. “Vera,” he called, and a woman stepped forward from among his warriors. Vera was tall, easily six-foot figure with shoulders broad enough to carry two babies comfortably on a side. Her face was a map of scars, and the spark in her eyes was anything but soft. She was like a weapon built to hone violence. “My Beta, Vera,” Miles continued smoothly. “She has some questions about your pack’s defensive capabilities. Perhaps you’d be willing to demonstrate?”

"How'd it go?" Mila is leaning on the stained concrete wall opposite my car. Her ankles are crossed, her black boots glinting in the fading sun. When she stretches her arms over her head with a yawn, her motorcycle jacket rises off of her waist, letting me see the handle of a knife. It's a decoy to distract from the many others she's hidden on her body. I tap the hood of my car with a scowl. "You used too much fuel. It wasn't supposed to draw the attention of every firetruck in the damn city."

Right at that moment, as they stared back at each other, Ellaine knew that she was and preferred to call herself Inwë. She heard loud grunts of men, clash of swords, explosion of spells, and shouts of pain. The war was she against the Dark Child, the Lenriad troops against the poisonous Noimstre and the Leprechauns, and Margarette with the dragons against Murdathes—a pretty tight match. Inwë guarded her thoughts and closed her mind. She prevented too much of eye movement. That way, Ánië won’t be able to read her thoughts.

" .. Looking into Chad's eyes - they were cold and emotionless, plain as paper. It didn't matter, he knew the necessary had to be done as the inevitable was coming. "what happened that night at the conference seven years ago wasn't by chance. I hope you remember..." "Of course I remember. How can I forget?" "...yes I know, but it was just a fragment of a bigger picture, a scary one. Worst of all we're already deep in the hole..." he paused. "how?" "Okay, Um... The Medusa, for over two decades has run this country. It is a secret society that boasts of possessing the most powerful men, weapons, and assassins in the continent.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.