Mileena Weapons Novels & Stories

"How do you feel?" "Much better," I said, pushing myself upright. "What about Julian?" Papa let out a short, humorless laugh. "The armory is gone. Several critical docks have been sealed. Most of his people are either dead or on the run. The entire Athrasian underworld is watching him fall." I felt nothing. It was exactly what he deserved. Papa paused, then said, "There's something else that may surprise you. Milena was a mole, planted beside him by Domenico."

“I am Princess Selene of the Blood Moon Pack. It is an honour to meet you, Demi-Goddess Mileena.” She tilted her head, studying me with an intensity that felt almost predatory. “I know who you are,” she said, her voice soft but carrying an undertone of authority. “They call you the blind prodigy. A warrior who slays thousands without sight, trampling over men to prove her worth. The next alpha of this great pack.” Her words hung in the air for a moment, and then her expression shifted, her eyes narrowing, glinting like sharpened blades. “But I don’t care about any of that.” The air seemed to grow colder, heavier, as her tone turned lethal. “What I care about… is what lies buried deep inside

But sleep wouldn’t come. An hour passed. Maybe two. She heard Damien’s breathing change. He was out. She got up quietly. Splashed water on her face in the bathroom. When she came out, Mila-One was still at the table, working. "Can’t sleep either?" the girl asked. "No." "Coffee?" "Yeah." Mila-One poured two cups. They sat in silence. "Why help us?" Celeste asked finally. "You could’ve run. Disappeared." Mila-One stared into her cup. "Because they made me a weapon. But I’m not. I’m a person. And so are my sisters." She looked up. "I’m not leaving them behind."

The clicking noises must have drawn more attention than Kelley thought they would because the next moment Milana stood in the doorway with big eyes. He knew exactly how it looked. He had a safe full of legal and illegal weapons, ammunition and knives. Kelley stood in his study with the built in safe wide open and took off his jacket and shirt. He strapped the bulletproof vest tight against his body as she watched him. The t-shirt went over the vest and he could feel her eyes boring into him.

Michelle cleared her throat, her hands moving unconsciously at the recurve bow hanging right on her shoulder. The men looked at each other, a smirk on their faces. “You’re not thinking of fighting us, are you?” He laughed, along with his comrades. “Cute little girls are supposed to be obedient, hmm? They’re not for ‘fighting’, Miss, so stick to what you can do. Like knitting, perhaps?” Karina caressed the pointy tip of the great-ace dangling on her strap, her teeth gritted so hard. She’s just about to wield her weapon when Michelle raised her hands, her face looking blank.

The moment he stopped seeing Thea the servant and started seeing something else. Someone else. "Who are you?" he asked quietly. "And don't lie to me again. I'm done with lies." I could feel Ramona trembling behind me. Could feel the weight of the sword in my hand. Could feel my wolf pushing forward, ready to fight or die. Maybe both. "My name," I said clearly, "is Mira. Luna of Evergreen Pack. Daughter of Selena and Marcus Hale. Mate of Alpha Kael." My voice hardened. "And mother of Magnus, the son your army murdered."

His hair was braided tight away from his face. She wore fitted armor lighter than his, designed for movement rather than the crush of the front line—leather reinforced with metal at vital points, her own sigil, the crescent‑shadow of the Moon‑Luna, newly stitched at her shoulder. At her belt, a knife. At her throat, the mark Kael had given her. Their wolves walked with them. Everyone could feel it. Mirella and Jace waited at the base of the stairs, mounted already. Mirella’s grin was sharp and wolfish, Jace’s expression grim but steady.

She was using a wand as a weapon. “I’m just warning them, Reta,” Stan smirked. He was confident that they’d end the game quickly. He even assumed the audience might get bored because their opponents were lowlife shifters that wouldn’t stand a chance to defeat the strong magic wielders of Axum. Malaika pretended not to hear those remarks. She studied the opponents one after another. She could tell Stan and Reta were strong based on their position on their formation. She quickly memorized each weapon. Three of them were archers having different designs of bows in their hands, ready to shoot.

Mila releases her hands and wipes them with a handkerchief. "Remember, I am only a base omega. But you don't want to mess with me. You don't know what I have been through and done to ensure my seat among the dominant species. So don't make me furious again." Mila warns her daughter. Jin rubbed her hands against her throat. 'It's all Selena's fault that my mother is mad at me. I'll humiliate you twice with the embarrassment I just received.' She whispers to herself.

Helen snorted cruelly, and then, without warning, she slashed Stefan’s arm. Mona was surprised. She didn't think Helen would act so quickly! She pinched the secret weapon that was secreted in her sleeve, and her face got serious. "Helen!" "You're crazy!" Conan yelled fiercely. Helen’s eyes were full of cruelty. She raised her hand to stab Stefan again, but Mona had surreptitiously gotten a sleeve arrow and shot it at her. It was the gun that Leo had given her before.