Stranger Things Mileven Novels & Stories

I was ordered to follow her and then I finally left with the Wilson's family. I got into the car. It wasn't up to an hour when we got to the Millers' mansion. It was a mansion. It had a minimalist design. The floor-to-ceiling windows seemed to disappear into the walls, flooding the space with natural light and offering a glimpse into a life of luxury. "If this deal crashes, you crash with it. Now get your smelly self in here and come meet your husband-to-be," she said, as we got into the living room.

What the hell was going on? "These aren't normal rogues," someone yelled through the mind link. "They are acting like a pack!" "Arion! This way!" Arrow growled through the mind link. We turned the corner, and what we saw left us petrified: the ground was coated with blood mixed with Rina's scent. Two dead rogues lay motionless on the ground. Their heads nearly separated from their bodies. I sniffed the blood, and Dex's mixed with the rogues. None of it belonged to our mate.

Mirelle commands with a stern, piercing frequency that leaves zero room for rebellion. Shivering in absolute shock, Tahlia trudges his boots obediently across the rug toward Cedron’s heavy shadow and drops his knees flat onto the floorboards. Alas, my father does not even spare his weeping face a single glance. His executive clan team had poured thousands of hours and massive amounts of physical labor into striking up that strategic weapon deal with Duskbane Keep. They were literally about to press their thumbs onto the final contract scrolls today, but the entire gold mine went straight down the drain at the very last minute because of one boy's identity theft. It was all Tahlia’s fault. Su

Aslow stands too, blocking the exit. Miles rolls his eyes, running a hand through his short copper hair. “I came here to find out about my daughter and if what Eli said was really true. I’m not here for anything else. You are not my King and she is not my Queen. I will not help you in your fight against Linc.” I couldn’t help but look directly at him, no matter how much he reminded me of my father. Something was off, yet Aiden had already confirmed that it was definitely him. Maybe it wasn’t about who he was, instead, maybe it was about what he knows.

But she didn’t stop. “She isn’t just an Aenarith,” Maren continued, turning back to the council, her words cutting through the room. “She is the daughter of the one we do not name… the monster chained within the Veil.” A wave of fear rippled through the chamber. “Maren, don’t…” I warned. But she looked straight at them, her voice clear, final. “She is the descendant of Malvoryn… the blood-sucking monster.” Silence. Heavy. Suffocating.

Miles feels pre-cum leak into his underwear just watching the handsome Omega walk away. Miles walks out of the hall, holding his study notes right in front of his pants to hide the big bump. He walks up the dark stairs to the Silverclaw Council Chamber so he does not get stuck with anyone. He gets inside, locks the Secured Moon Gate fast, and unbuttons his pants. He sits on his chair and pulls out his big, hard, aching wolf cock.

Draven stood rigid in the hallway, his arm tightened protectively around Belle, eyes fixed on two men at the far end. Diego leaned close to a companion, speaking quietly. The stranger’s face was half-shadowed, but Draven recognized that build, that stance, that cold, calculating aura instantly. Marcus Hale—his cousin’s right-hand man, the one who’d orchestrated data leaks and the attempted takeover of Blackwood Industries months before. The man who was supposed to be in prison.

"Thank you, sir." "No thanks necessary," Miles said. "I'm glad you appreciate it! This seventh-grade flower is of little use to me, so consider it my small congratulatory gift." Myles regarded it as an something of an investment, as there were only two months left until the sect tournament. Given Severin's current pace in training, it was not unlikely that he would get another breakthrough within that timeframe.

The assistant nodded and carefully placed the file on the desk before quietly leaving the room. The study immediately returned to silence. Miles slowly reached for the file and opened it. The sound of paper turning echoed softly through the quiet room. His sharp eyes scanned the first page quickly. Name: Vivienne Sinclair Gender: Female Date of Birth: December 2, 2000 Father: Maxwell Sinclair Mother: Margaret Stone The moment his eyes landed on the name Margaret Stone, his fingers stopped moving. A faint shadow crossed his face. His expression darkened slightly as his eyes narrowed. For several seconds, he remained completely still.

He looked away like a guilty child caught in the act. The boy ignored him and walked toward me instead. Without asking, he reached out and gently helped me to my feet. “You alright?” he asked softly. “Yeah… thank you,” I said, barely meeting his eyes. Up close, he was even more beautiful. His eyes held warmth, but something about him also felt distant, like he was used to carrying heavy things and hiding the weight behind calm eyes. “I’m Miles,” he said. “Leader of the Human Faction here.” “I’m Zara.”