Miquella X Tarnished Novels & Stories

The whispers grew louder, overlapping, a cacophony that made her bones ache. Eryx rushed forward, chanting quickly, his sigil stones glowing a harsh orange as he tried to stabilize the rift. His voice was tight with strain. “They’re reflections—fragments of what she could become! I can’t hold them all!” Kael’s blade swept through one shard, shattering the crowned version of Mia into sparks. But within seconds, the image reformed again, stronger, her silver eyes burning hotter. “It’s useless,” Kael snarled, his arm trembling as he held his sword ready. “They keep coming back!”

"You think you can protect her? You’ll doom your entire pack. And she can't never speak" Moonbane? The room remained stilled. Even Killian froze. Moonbane was a myth—a werewolf cursed by the moon goddess to bring ruin. A creature who couldn’t be saved. Couldn’t love. Could only destroy. And Micah had just accused me of being it. Before anyone could speak, Micah had pulled something from his belt—it was a vial of glowing, filled with golden dust. He threw it to the ground, and a blinding flash erupted from it, throwing me back as I watched the outcome. I screamed as the light flashed through my eyes, but when I blinked through the haze the pain was unbearable for me as I was left no other tha

I confess. As we walk to the cashier, I'm glad to notice that here is no existing line, because that is literally all I need right now to push me closer to the verge of an upcoming mental breakdown. "Hello, I'm Stacey, what can I get for you today?" The cashier asks, taking our order. She has the brightest smile that is quite ironic for her appearance. Stacey's appearance is one that society would label as a goth. She has lip-, nose- and ear piercings, bright red hair, black eyeliner, finished off with a black matte lip. Her tattoos can be seen poking out from under the neckline of her shirt. Society has boxed people like her into a category that makes us believe that she would be mean, unca

“What’s wrong with you, Mia? You weren’t like this before. You were all over me. Now you cling to him like a stray dog. What does he have to offer you besides sex?” I almost laughed. After what happened tonight, the answer was clear. “Protection.” Something about Maxello had changed. I knew he didn’t get along with his twin, but what about me? Why did he sound like this? “Protection from who?” he mocked. “From himself? From reality? He’ll ruin you like he ruined the other women in his life. No matter how pretty you look in his arms, you’ll never replace Hazel.” At the name, I felt Rolex tense at the mention of the name. Hazel. The same name tattooed on his body. The one he never spoke about.

With a shaky smile, I turned to the mirror and stared at my reflection. I gasped when I saw myself. I had never known that I could look this beautiful. One thing that stood out was my hair, which was packed into a low bun. White flowers were pinned around my hair, and an elegant crystal tiara graced my head. I looked at my face; shimmery mascara accentuated my eyes. She hadn't used false lashes but had simply applied mascara. The foundation matched my skin tone perfectly, and she had chosen a matte lipstick for my lips, giving me an exquisite appearance.

Not because of a shield, but because Elara’s own body refused to move. "Rule Number Fourteen, Elara," the Chairman whispered. "The Owner is always an employee of the Shareholders. You can't strike the hand that signs your paycheck." He stood up, walking toward Mia. He placed a hand on the girl’s head. "You see, Mia isn't just your sister anymore. During her time in the Ninth, she was infused with the 'Original Reserve.' She is the gold standard. As long as she is in the Tenth, the universe has a value. If she leaves... everything, including you and your two demon pets, simply ceases to be."

She wanted to become an advocate for those who, like her, had been betrayed, manipulated, and silenced. Elara had discovered her own power, and now, she was ready to use it for something bigger than herself. It started with a conversation. One afternoon, as Elara sat in her office at the gallery, reviewing plans for an upcoming exhibition, she received a phone call from an old friend—Mia, someone she had grown close to during the aftermath of her ordeal with Cassia. Mia had been a constant source of support, offering advice and comfort when Elara needed it most. But now, Mia was the one in need of help.

Could she trust him again, knowing the depths of his past mistakes? As Adam buried his head in her hair, Ayana felt a tear slip down her cheek, a silent testament to the turmoil raging within her. She wanted to believe that Adam was sincere, that he truly regretted his actions, and that he was willing to change. But the scars of his betrayal ran deep, leaving her heart battered and bruised and her trust shattered like shards of glass scattered on the ground.

Spotted with Mystery Brunette at Carbone. By Friday morning there are four more sets from two additional locations, Lara and two other women whose names I don't know, all dark-haired, all photographed at strategic angles by a photographer Callum hired through three layers of professional distance. The internet does what the internet does, which is speculate with great enthusiasm and no particular investment in accuracy. #SterlingSavage returns. #VivianDeservesBetter trends beside it.

"Messages from someone claiming to be Damien." Interest flares in Mira's eyes. "Damien Vance? The man who supposedly died in a suicide fire?" "Lucas thinks someone is using Damien's memory to torment him. He's installed new security systems in his penthouse and hired additional guards for Flora." "Fascinating." Mira finishes her whiskey in one smooth motion. "This information is exactly what makes our partnership valuable, Ms. Munroe." She rises gracefully, adjusting her emerald dress. "I'll be in touch. Remember—your cooperation ensures Lucas's eventual happiness. With you."