Mookhyang Dark Lady Novels & Stories

Sharmaine looked at Maki and spoke. "That's right, I'm Maki Mohini." Maki did not hide her identity, she looked directly into Sharmaine's eyes and said, the Mohini clan is where she was created and where she used all her strength to fight. “Did the Mohini clan let you stay here too?” Sharmaine asked back. “I am like a loyal dog, sooner or later I must return to Mohini.” Maki knows her fate, she is a high ranking vampire who can kill the werewolf leader, clan Mohini will not spare Maki.

she then turned to Lilooh and walked towards her cheerfully. "I heard it's a little bit dangerous here." Daeira started since Hakyi and Osiris had sent their initial surveys of the place to GD who then discussed it with her in the palace before they came in the place. Lilooh awkwardly looked over the Aryan king and his hunters before nodding to Daeira who looked a handful for someone as the bride of the dark lord. She heard from Razzi how terrifying the Aryan king was. Someone who can conjure immediate extinctions to every living being. However, to see him smiling gently to a human woman was in contrast to the claims she heard.

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

Princes bridge that's near where Leah and I lived. "Wait pause!" I said to Bryan when I saw something familiar in the crime scene. He zoomed in as I directed and when I got a clear view it was him! the strange man I served at Leah's shop last week, he was putting on exactly what he wore on that day. Was he the one that killed Mr. Pitt? He must be a serial killer or something. "That's him "I said to Bryan.

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

Grimkeeper conceded with a nod toward the center of the room. Lady Long, whom Steve had earlier pegged as a diplomat of some kind, had abandoned all pretense of civility. Her body, now fully exposed, was covered in scales that shimmered like rubies in the dim light. Two massive men—were they even men?—had her trapped between them, one claiming her from behind while the other thrust upward from below. The dragon lady's face was a mask of ecstasy, her long tongue lolling as she surrendered to primal pleasure.

The group craned their necks to look at their benefactor as he walked by with the twins. "OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! KELLY! IT'S HIM! THE BRONZE MAN!" one of the ladies screeched and jumped to her feet. She was tall and very thin. Ben saw she had an oversized button pinned to her dress that said 'Maid of Horror'. The woman with the bows was next to her feet and her button said 'Bridezilla'. She was much shorter and a little plump. The rest of the group scrambled to join them.

Gloria didn't respond and that was when I got distracted by the colorful display on the large screen. My picture from one minutes ago was boldly displayed on the left side of the screen and on the right side was a couple of information. 'Global Notice - Name: Sofia Di Marco Age: 21 Status: The Di Marco Queen Syndicate Resources: Full Control Personal Balance: 502.98 billion dollars' I read slowly and my fingers trembled as I did, "Name, Sofia Dante...Age, 21...Status, The Di Marco Queen...Syndicate Resources, Full Control...Personal Balance, 502.98 billion dollars ..."

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.

Panic overwhelmed her, and she released a small cry; she attempted wiggling out of the straps, using her puny strength. "Relax," A voice came, startling her. Harlow glanced around; her eyes skimmed across the white walls until they landed on a woman seated in a metal chair across the room. Her hair was brown, chopped off right above her shoulders, and she was dressed in a tight, blue dress that contrasted with her black heels that seemed to give off a shine and slickness that told her that the mysterious lady had never worn them until now. Not a drop of mud or dust laid on top of the expensive material.