Milo Thatch Novels & Stories

Milo looked at him then purred, rubbing his head then looked towards me. "Well, if you don't mind," he whispered then looked back towards Jack. "Are you ready?" He asked him and gave him a huge smile. "To become my fledgling that is?" Toru watched them with interest and reached down for my hand to help me to my feet. I got up with the help of Toru. "So you're his maker?" I asked Milo. "I'm supposed to become his maker tonight," Milo told me and then looked at us. "We found him last night when we were going to celebrate my death day."

Elliot panted beside him, sweat dripping down his head, “I don’t want to lose my first game.” “We won’t,” Milo snapped, determined as his eyes watched the opponents like a hawk. “Come on, Mils,” Theon muttered under his breath, hands gripping his knees as he leaned forward. Elle reached over, curling her fingers around his wrist, with a smile on her face. “And he said he didn’t want him to play at first,” She teased. Milo darted past two defenders, weaving through the last line of defence. He saw an opening to score a goal and knew this was the chance he needed.

Milo's last bit of hope was shattered as he screamed, "Corbin, I can drop out of the competition! I don't want anything anymore; I just want to live my life out in peace. Let me go. I can make Jerome come serve you." Corbin's expression shifted with interest. "You can actually make that happen?" Milo saw the change and lit up with desperate relief. "Yes, absolutely. And besides Jerome, there's also a young man from the Lloyd family in Chetvine who supports me. He brought a whole group of elite fighters with him, and the Lloyd family even sent a mysterious top-tier expert. As long as you spare me, I can convince them to help you win the Director's seat." Corbin frowned. "You're telling me the

Milo did not expect the opponents to target him first. However, he was a powerhouse and belonged to the Primordial Demonic Ape Race, one of the Ten Primordial Fiends. He immediately reverted to his true form, which had powerful physical strength. At the same time, he activated a Supernatural Power similar to the Sacriligeous Ascension. Milo resisted the series of attacks using his brute force and the enhancements from his Supernatural Power. Then, he swiftly created distance from James and the others to regroup with his team members.

I gasped, spine curving as my own reflection multiplied and surrounded me from all sides. Milo stood at the foot, shirtless, his eyes gleaming like obsidian under the golden glow of the chandelier. His chest rose and fell in slow rhythm, the tattoos inked along his collarbones stark against his pale skin. "You’re going to watch yourself fall apart for me," he said. "Every scream. Every tremble." He climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, and ran a single finger down my thigh, light, slow, like he was writing something into my skin.