Twisted Wonderland Malleus 소설 & 이야기

Two literal monsters claiming me like I was a prize in a twisted auction after Riven’s madness display a few minutes ago. I just stared, throat tight, magic prickling, heart pounding, brain screaming... What the fuck kind of twisted academy is this?!

Chapter 105 – The Heart of Chaos The path to the twisted nexus stretched before them, a ribbon of black stone that shimmered like oil under the jagged starlight of the Shadow Veil. Each step echoed with a low, resonant hum, as if the void itself were breathing. Jessica led the way, her spark pulsing in rhythm with the violet light emanating from the structure ahead—a grotesque mockery of the nexus, its spires coiling like serpents around a core that throbbed with chaotic energy. The Weaver’s warning—*“The heart knows your name”*—clung to her like frost, chilling her resolve but not breaking it.

Which, by a lucky coincidence. And the third of the combatants was on another level entirely when it came to weirdness. He had a triangular head with very tightly curled horns. At least they looked like horns at first. He had a thin, long-limbed body and from the look of him you would guess he was the weakest of the three. Maurice had him down as Dark Melody, which sounded very elegant. The talons on the ends of his spindly fingers had a less genteel effect.

Cara I'm almost too angry to notice the lavish interior. But not quite. The entryway has an enormous crystal chandelier dangling over a twin staircase with massive marble statues of Greek gods and goddesses frolicking around a central fountain. Actual fish swim inside the water, which seems almost absurd. The floor's marble, with more marble columns, and a ton of intricate tile work along the ground and walls. Doorways and hallways lead off into different parts of the house, but Eros heads right for the stairs and takes me to the second floor.

Struggling to fall asleep at night, I left my room for some moon viewing. I did not expect to stumble upon the ploy between Andre and Felicia. Andre said to Felicia, "Mom, we cannot have Jane abort her pup." Hidden in the shadows, I eavesdropped on their conversation. "Our enemies attacked me with silver weapons on the battlefield. I might have survived the battle, but the silver has poisoned my reproductive organs. It'll be hard for me to get she-wolves pregnant.

I yelled. Morpheus gave me an annoyed expression and glanced back at the Fae Lord. "Under the General's study and scrutiny, we discovered the nature of the spell that was cast to build the barrier. We suspected it to be a time warp of some sorts. We--" I have no words to explain the next thing that occurred. One moment, the whole crowd was listening to Morpheus with rapt attention. Even I threw Zephyros a glance and found his intense gaze on me and the next moment, the floors shook terribly beneath our feet. Screams filled the air and I struggled to maintain balance.

He was completely on his own, entirely disconnected from his corporate boardrooms, and he was throwing a silent, frantic temper tantrum that would have embarrassed a toddler. With an ugly, frustrated screech, Malakai hauled himself back to his feet, trying to slick his plaster-wet hair back over his forehead. He checked his wrist out of habit, only to find that his custom, six-figure platinum watch had stopped ticking the moment Maeve’s displacement spell had warped him across the island.

Every sound made her heart race. When she finally reached the end, she realized the rope still wasn't long enough but she had no choice so let go. Pain shot through her ankle the moment she hit the ground and she bit down on her lip to stop herself from screaming. She forced herself to stand and ran. She ran past the guards. Past the lights. Past the music. Past the life that had never really been hers and nobody noticed. Because inside the mansion, people were too busy celebrating a wedding. A wedding she would never return for.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

The drive to Alex's residence was a peaceful, reflective one. My anxious thoughts were eased by the mellow sound of the engine and the flickering city lights outside. I was safe, and that gave me peace. However, doubts persisted. How could Alex have known that I was outside on my own, vulnerable? I didn't remember him from my wedding. I was astounded by the compound's grandeur as soon as we got to his house. Encircled by towering trees and perfectly trimmed lawns, the expansive estate covered several acres. Warm lighting glistened on the main house, a gorgeous modern villa.