Novelas y relatos de Mykels Reverence

You are fire incarnate, and you carry the spark of origins. The warriors collectively dropped to their knees, instinctive reverence mixed with fear and awe. Even the most skeptical faltered, their breaths catching, weapons lowered, heads bowed as if the arena itself demanded submission. Some looked to Kael, seeking guidance, but his expression was unreadable, awe and caution warring in his amber eyes.

She exhaled and seemed to relax into my touch. “I just hate the fact that the woman that murdered your father is still alive and breathing…” “Two weeks and everything will end,” I flashed my smile before wrapping my arms around her. *** I eagerly waited as the Priestess concluded the coronation. My eyes darted to the guillotine that glimmered, reflecting the bright light from the poles. Today was the day that bitch would die. A smile stretched my face as I glanced at Kaia by my side, who seemed to echo my smile. I was happy as long as she was happy.

Rowan and Alpha Aric. I could feel it, even without looking up. A gaze that didn’t disturb, but traced. All eyes are now fixed on the center of the circle. Kaelen steps forward, wearing the only black robe among the sea of white garments—a long robe with the family emblem on his chest. The air felt heavy, as if time had slowed. All eyes followed him, silent in reverence, awaiting those sacred moments. Elder Ravel, the oldest and most respected elder, stepped forward. The crystal-encrusted wooden staff in his hand was gently struck against the ground three times. The sound of the strikes echoed softly, enough to penetrate the hearts of all present.

“Do you swear to place your people above yourself?” My voice doesn’t shake, not even a slightest. “I swear.” For a brief moment, the Elder says nothing. Then carefully, he raises the Mellenisk into the air. A wave of shocked whispers spreads through the crowd. Several people gasp. Even the powerful Alphas from distant kingdoms lean forward, unable to hide their curiosity. All eyes lock onto the ancient family crest. As the morning sunlight falls on it, the silver surface shines brilliantly, almost as if the Mellenisk has come alive after years of waiting.

Master Ken acknowledged the Mask Princess's fearless display with a nod of approval and a hint of admiration in his voice, "You are a brave one to venture into the palace." Nevertheless, his grip on his sword betrayed a sense of wariness that the Mask Princess savored as she observed him. She calmly replied to Master Ken's comment, "Risking the life of the crown prince is far more consequential than entering his abode."

He kept his head lowered, continuing to block me without saying a single word. I clutched my pocket knife as I warily asked him, "What the hell do you want?" He raised his head to look at me. He had a complicated emotion swirling in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse when he called out my name. I didn't say a single word in response. I wondered if he was going to beg me to empathize with Frank and Madison again. "You were reborn, weren't you?" My expression morphed into one of shock upon hearing his words. I whipped around and tried to make a break for it.

A chance to live. “You will obey the Moon Goddess’s will,” Elder Myrha said, stepping closer, her hands trembling as she raised them toward Kael. Kael’s eyes burned with intensity as he stood in front of me, his stance unwavering. His voice rang out like thunder. “I am the Alpha, and I say no. You will not take her life. Not today.” There was a long, unbearable silence. The air crackled with tension. For a moment, I wondered if the world would crack open around us, consumed by the weight of the magic at play.

"That thing is boring. The Moon goddess gave everyone else perfection and handed me a flat, lifeless plate" "Enough" Rhex snapped " we're delivering her to Evrylda" He lifted Arwenna over his shoulders "I'll carry her" Rino said quickly "So you can squeeze whatever 'glory' she has left" Rhex eyed him sharply. "No Thank you". **••••FANGSPIRE PALACE •••••** Gerrard stepped into Melrik's personal chamber and bowed deeply. The room was dark and suffocating, shadows crawling across the walls, No light dared enter. Everything about the room felt Occultic and unnatural

"I don't like chicken at all. You must've remembered wrongly." He lowered his eyes, looking like a hurt puppy. Then, he turned to Calvin and tried to ingratiate himself with him. "Do you remember me, Calvin? I'm your cousin Tyler. I bought you a motorcycle model. See whether you like it." Someone brought over a miniature motorcycle as soon as the words were out of his mouth. It was finely crafted and clearly of high quality. It was too bad the memory of his hysteria the other day was already etched into Calvin's mind. Calvin pouted and ignored him. Then, he turned to me and said, "Mommy, I don't want to be cousins with a bad guy."

Queen Maxine << Good Morning, I do apologize for the late introduction your majesty, I am called Mikelis, ruler of the Dark Dynasty, I trust your stay with us has been a pleasant one thus far >>he bowed to show respect onto me and I gave him a curt nod of acknowledgement while trying to reach out to Jewel so she could listen in on the conversation, I can’t risk having her look through my eyes because he would most certainly notice the difference in the color of my eyes, once I feel her connection, I also sense Damien which calms my wolf, I refocus on the man before me.