Stranger Things Mileven Novels & Stories

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.

she whispered as if people could hear us in this bush. I climbed. “See there!” Following her direction was the most marvelous sight that had ever behold me. The SunBlood pack mansion felt like a staff quarters beside this. A vast land slept, followed by beautiful big and endless mansions. The place seemed busy as people moved around. I turned towards Ava. “This is…” She nodded, “This is part of the Moon Blood Pack. This is part of what we are fighting for.”

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.

“We need to move now.” Cole still had the gun raised. “How do I know you didn’t lead them here?” Miles gave a tired laugh. “Because if I did, we’d already be dead.” The two men stared each other down, and I felt like I was standing between two mirrors—truth and lies reflecting endlessly. Finally, Cole lowered the gun slightly. “Fine. Where?” Miles motioned toward the emergency exit. “There’s a service tunnel through the kitchen. Leads to the loading docks. From there, we take a car and head north.”

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.

Levi was gifted like that, he could get in anywhere, and you never heard him coming. “I’ll be back in a bit. I know you’re going to need some Scotch for tonight’s bullshit meeting,” Levi said, and walked out again. Malachi smiled, and shook his head. Levi was right though. Malachi walked to the living room, planning on getting himself a drink, when he spied the man standing with his back toward him. The stranger was gazing out of the window. He had light brown hair and stood about 6’2” tall.. The stranger turned around, and Malachi noticed the fern like marks on his left arm. It started at his wrist and went all the way up to his neck. “Malachi Sinclair.”

Although we weren’t rich and didn’t have many resources, we always had each other’s back. "...I’m obviously the person that's closest to you. So why? Why won’t you look back at me?" The door of the ward abruptly flew open. Julian keenly turned his head around, only to find that Professor Miles had returned and was glaring at him silently from the shadows. "Master?" Professor Miles took a few steps toward Julian. That was when Julian got a clearer look at Professor Miles’s expression—— Professor Miles frowned as he stepped forward and grasped Julian’s wrist. "I’d strongly advise you to hand over the antidote right now. We're talking about Rickard Duval here. Are you planning on dying prematur

--- By dawn, the first arrival came. A lone figure emerged from the east, draped in black and bearing a staff made from twisted bone. His eyes shimmered with obsidian light, and his voice cracked the silence like glass. “I seek the Starborn heirs,” he said. Kael stepped forward, sword drawn. “You found them. State your purpose.” The stranger smiled. “I am Mirkhael. Keeper of Forgotten Things. Herald of the Deep Pact. And I come with a warning.” Theron narrowed his gaze. “What kind of warning?”