Miquella X Tarnished Novels & Stories

Making a turn, my gaze caught on my reflection in a silverware tray and the feeling of disgust also settled within me. The girl staring back had a terrible scar running from the left side of her forehead down her half open nose, half missing lips to the right side of her jawline. Although she could see fairly well, one of her eyes was misty like a dull cloud on a boring day while the other was a vibrant forest green. I was a deformed girl. A freakshow that had no business being at the Luna Queen’s birthday party. Especially, since she hates my family with a passion. “Are you having fun?”

The malice was a dark scent beneath the flowery musk of Scarlett’s facade. Avery knew that to wear that blue stone was to accept the collar of a subordinate. With a cold, rhythmic tapping on her device, the mechanical voice filled the silent clearing: “I cannot take a tribute that belongs to the future Luna of the Montgomery Pack. It would be a violation of the Silver Laws.”

"The elder Herbalists opened the registration for advanced lunar brewing today. A few of us are heading to the master archives where the crystal comm-stones have a faster connection. Do you wish to join our pack?" I shake my head politely. "No. I will register from the sanctuary comm-stone. The connection is faster there." Besides, if I register for early morning classes, I might sleep right through them... Thinking of Vickon's insatiable, ruthless stamina in our nest, my face warms, my core throbbing with a sudden spike of memory. My Alpha’s beast is truly untamed... As I walk away, Mirelle looks down in disappointment. Another she-wolf named Sorelle Mistfang lets out a sharp sneer from acr

Veyra’s scream echoes, her wraiths trapped in the spire’s ruin, but Voren’s aura lingers, a cosmic hunter. We stumble into the wastes, the fortress’s shadow looming, its relic a black star in my vision. Cassia’s aura holds, barely, Vael’s ward a fragile thread. Taryn kneels, his aura dim, and offers a relic fragment, pulsing with Elara’s light. “This… it’s hers. Use it to find the relic’s core. I’m sorry, Lena.” His guilt is raw, but Maddox’s shadows coil, vengeance simmering.

The mirror darkened, and the memory trembled as if caught in the grip of fate. Then, with a quiet intensity, Mirabella whispered, “Then let her hate me. But let her live.” In that fleeting moment, the mirror shattered. Autumn gasped, a wave of cold air crashing over her as she was cast back into reality, stumbling into the physical confines of her attic once more. The mirror was now a cracked mosaic, fissures splitting it into chaotic patterns, reflecting a kaleidoscope of her astonished features. The pendant had ceased its rhythmic pulse. Yet, as she looked down at her hand, it shone with a faint, silvery glow; a sigil marked her palm, a branding of destiny she had never encountered before.

It was flowy below the waist and fitted on the upper body, it had full sleeves, and the burgundy color looked good on her. She had a half-up-half-down ponytail hairstyle. Innessa did a little bit of her makeup, some tint on her cheeks, and lips, and some mascara. Grabbing her bag, she put on her heels and stepped out of the dorm with the card key. Scarlett and Darla stepped out looking gorgeous as ever. Innessa noticed a tattoo on Scarlett's thigh, which was slightly visible when she raised her foot to adjust her heels. "You look gorgeous," Darla complimented Innessa, who mumbled a small thank you.

She mumbled as she slipped her phone into her back pocket and accepted the drink. “I bet you’re positively parched,” Kady said between giggles. Without turning to look at her Zira balled up a piece of paper and chucked it at her face. Kady melted into a puddle of laughter. “You wanna take a walk?” Luca asked. They both looked so intense. Their eyes were just a few shades off from gold. Every time the light hit them it lit them up in a new way that made Zira get lost in them. No wonder she ended up in bed with both of them when she was drunk. Just being this close to them made her body remember things that her mind forgot.

She reached to her side and took a small container. The insides of the container shook when she lifted it up and put it against the light of the moon. The glass bottle reflected the gentle light. A sinister smile spread on her lips when she saw the white pills inside the bottle. Then, she read the label of the pills. Aphrodisiac. Again, she chuckled. Dalia opened the bottle and took one of the white pills. Her long slender fingers carried the aphrodisiac pills and gently dropped them inside the bottle of red wine.

Aria hesitated but nodded. He stepped closer, holding something in his hands, a small box wrapped in deep blue silk. “This isn’t an apology,” he said carefully. “Because words can’t erase what I did. It’s… a promise.” Her gaze flicked to the box. “What’s inside?” He opened it, revealing a delicate moonstone pendant carved into the shape of intertwined wolves, one silver, one shadow-black. “It’s an ancient charm,” he explained quietly. “From my mother’s side of the family. She said it binds protection between soulmates when worn near the heart.”

"Hey ugly bit**. Wanna try?' Someone's interrupts my count and I look up ,afraid at the intruder. To see the same girl who has been persistently being too friendly. With tattoos all the way down her arms. Piercings, almost everywhere on. Her lip, eyebrow... A cigarette in her between her fingers, as she offers it to me. I gulp and move my head in a no, ignoring her and lowering my head back in my arms. Continuing my count. 45000024.....45000025...... "Your loss. Anyways I have an inside information for you."