Mythra X Rex Novels & Stories

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

Maybe It wasn’t a total waste of time since I now have the opportunity to use all of those knowledge. Lauren is drugged in Megan’s house during our senior year and she is just doing an slept over there. Megan proudly tell her other friends how she manages to fool her and make her drink a fucking milk with drugs called aphrodisiac which arouses our bodies sexual instinct, the ultimate reason while Lauren didn’t remember everything especially when she was delivered at Hector’s house and when he raped her. He filmed everything and blackmail Lauren when she woke next to him in an unfamiliar bed. He threatens to disseminate the video if Lauren will not do exactly what he asked him to do and that

My mom greeted them back. "Aubree, I’d like you to meet my son and the new CEO of Inarez group of companies Gavin and his friends Christian, Vince, and Drake. Boys, this is Aubree Custodio, the sales head of Guerrero Ad Agency." My mom said as she introduced us to the girl she was talking to. "You look familiar." Christian butted in. I agree. I told myself. "I second the motion. I think we’ve met you before," Drake added. "Yes. We were schoolmates during high school. I'm Ms. Chad remember?" she said.

My head might have been hurting but my chest felt the more pain, in anger I swiped everything that laid on my table, to the ground. “damm you man, damm you,” covering my face I release a loud scream. I covered my face with one hand and painkillers in the other. With my hands shaking furiously I try to open the bottle, when it doesn’t work I scream angrily before throwing the stupid bottle at the wall. I drag myself across my towards the bathroom and into the tub with my clothes still on, I turned on the shower. Closing my eyes I let the water lend me comfort the last thing I thought of was the maid I almost strangled to death. I hoped she'd be fine.

Then she opened a lower compartment—and froze. A large device lay nestled inside. Matte black. Angular. About the size of a travelling box, fitted with vents and digital panels. Etched into its surface were the words: Kyrexin-X. Lylah didn’t know what it meant. But something about it—its weighty design, the way it seemed to hum with dormant power—made her blood run cold, and instantly she knew that this... this was worse than silver bullets.

"What is your name? If you are interested, you can come to Mythos Academy for testing." I smile, my eyes curving into crescents. "My name is Rea Reed." I look at the dead monster, then back at the angel. "Rea, as in...the Reaper."

“This same stuff from earlier that made me heal so fast?” I nodded, leaning back. “It’s a Russian tonic called Yrves. Very rare. One dose, and it works miracles.” She turned the vial in her hand, her brow furrowing. “How rare are we talking?” “Rare enough,” I said, keeping my voice casual. She didn’t need to know it was the only vial left on earth, the last of a formula I’d forcefully stolen from the maker himself. I’d given it to her without a second thought, and I wasn’t sure why. Maybe because she’d earned it, taking a bullet for that useless prince. Maybe because she was mine now, and I protected what was mine.

Others were so ridiculous that Emma had to physically stop herself from commenting. Then Sofia found something. “Wait.” She opened a thread. The post was buried deep in a chemical trading forum. The discussion wasn't recent, but it contained several references to Thanox. They followed usernames. Old posts. Deleted comments. Archived conversations. One username appeared repeatedly. Sofia copied it into another search. Then another result appeared. And another. By the time they had finished digging, they had three names. Three separate sellers. Three different parts of the world. One in Singapore.