Miquella X Tarnished Novels & Stories

Anya had no idea, but since she had entered our lives six months ago, she had cracked the solid stone wall that was my determination to honor my parents’ legacy. She alone, with her beauty and that cursed scent sweeter than vanilla and more lethal than any poison, had driven a burning thorn straight into my heart. I stood beside my father at the main entrance of the mansion as the Silver delegation crossed through the wrought-iron gates. The wind carried the scent of the forest and another expensive fragrance I would recognize anywhere. Mirella. She stepped out of the car with perfect posture, blonde hair falling freely over her chest, a seductive smile on her lips. The future Luna of the Si

Luxurious, elegant… and suffocating. Arrow’s taste was impeccable, but this wasn’t a gift. It was a leash disguised as silk. 👗⛓️ I stood in front of the mirror, the dress cool against my skin, and for a flicker of a moment, I didn’t recognize myself. My reflection was a stranger: perfect hair, painted lips, eyes that no longer belonged to me. When Arrow entered the room, his gaze slid over me with slow precision. Approval gleamed in his eyes, but approval from him was worse than disdain.

“I thought you would have learnt some manners by now?” “I would have.” Something dangerously low resonated under Xander’s voice. “If you had learned to stop flirting with any woman you saw.” “Beautiful woman, you mean.” Oliver let out a loud laugh, before drawing his gaze back to me. I watched something dark flicker in his eyes for a bit, before disappearing again. “And Kieran here isn't just beautiful, she's a goddess. A reincarnation of the moon goddess herself.” “Don't you dare.” Xander warned and I almost grinned at how territorial he sounded. “Don't you try to…”

Erya fell on the ground with a thud and there came a point where she opened her eyes but never got to close them again on her own. Cia's glossy eyes flooded with tears by watching another person turning lifeless before her. Why did their love have to cost them so many lives? Why was it tainting them so badly? Shutting her eyes, she buried herself in his arms. Zale, whose eyes were fixed on Erya's soulless eyes, finally darted towards Cia when she caged him firmly. A vulnerable sigh escaped from his mouth because now he himself didn't know that was that game of getting tainted with the blood of their closed ones was ever going to end or it was going to end only with their own blood?

Of course she wasn't really Henry's sister, but she was a close friend to him and decided to be part of our little dysfunctional family. She looked gorgeous as always, the true definition of class and beauty. However her love for jewelry sometimes tried to make her effort look a little too much, but today she abandoned those excess jewelry for a simple necklace with the family's emblem as the pendant; a Lion. No wonder we all acted so high and mighty. Then there was Luka James, my best friend turned family. I met Luka when I traveled overseas. He was part of another vampire family and was a really loyal member. It was a really large well known family with powerful vampires that were more old

‘She’s been dealing with this for Goddess knows how long. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” A voice that was as beautiful as it was cold and cruel sang from a few feet away. Mykelle, the Untouchable who hung off of Hael’s arm like his trophy girlfriend, sauntered my way. There wasn’t a single head, male or female, who didn’t turn her way. She was a work of art, a muse for the greatest of painters, and a vision that every she-wolf here aspired to be. Her hair was wild with volume yet tame enough to make out each individual curl on her head, and the direction it spiraled. I had yet to meet her mother, the woman marrying Alpha Xavier, but I could already tell what features Mykelle had inh

“I’ve never met a merchant with such high-class body guards.” The bruise on her neck unsettled me a bit, and I noticed for the first time that she was still wearing my jacket over her dress. So when she crossed her arms, glaring at Miqella, I felt the tiniest bit guilty. But that faded when she frowned, “And what business do you have with my clients?” Miqella turned to her then before I could answer, his expression grave. “Your client happens to be a target of the Aconite. And if you wish to keep breathing, I’d cooperate. Or who knows, maybe your clan will be the first to take a hit.”

It was in the past, but it was still so fucking fresh. ‘Armal has finally been avenged.’ Mia sighed, sending waves of sadness through me. ‘He won’t be coming back.’ I reminded her. ‘I know!’ She snapped back. Rolling my eyes, I got up off the bed and continued to watch as Miquel’s already porcelain skin began to take on a grayish hue. His eyes that shined so fucking brightly as he destroyed everything that meant something to me began to grow dull, and his damned mouth that always stayed in a smirk twisted in agony as he continuously tried to heal, but couldn’t.

Tartal's lips curved up in sinister grin as he spoke with confidence "If you say only a three gene can rekindle it then I would as well taint a hybrid just like I did with you and your brother" "Swear that you have seen a hybrid like myself and my foolish brother. We are the only ones left and that's why you can't find anyone else after tainting our gene" she spat. His forehead wrinkled upon realization hitting him a huge blow. "Fine. Deal! I need Mia so badly. her blood is the last doze for the creation of mine to become whole" he said She stretched out her hand "a handshake will finalize the deal old man" He frowned, ignoring her as he went into his room. She smirked feeling satisfied that

Rhea hissed, her face a mask of fierce, sacrificial rage, "she’s going to have to take all of us. I’m corrupting the harvest!" POV: Rhea Mooncrest "You think you can just eat him? You think you can just take his life and walk away?" Rhea poured every drop of the "Void-taint" she had carried, every ounce of the Ruin-power that had been poisoning her blood, directly into Micah’s soul. She didn't try to heal him. She did the opposite. She reached for the darkest parts of her own spirit—the anger, the betrayal, the memory of the Shadow King’s touch—and she wove it into Micah’s silver essence.