Twisted Wonderland Malleus Novels & Stories

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.

The silence that followed the death of the first monster was not peaceful. It was pregnant and heavy, the kind of stillness that precedes a flash flood or an ambush. Mwajuma stood over the broken, eight-foot corpse of the humanoid beast, her broad chest heaving as she pulled the thick, humid air into her lungs. The air in the Nation of Mizizi tasted wrong—it was cloying, sweet with the scent of massive, blooming parasitic flowers, yet underpinned by the sharp, metallic tang of decay. She looked down at her right hand. The stone gauntlet she had conjured had crumbled away, leaving her knuckles scraped and smeared with the creature’s dark, almost black blood.

"Did you really think we were some kind of mafia?" Embarrassed, I said, "That's not what I meant." "But, if Mrs. Stewart hadn't survived, they likely wouldn't be alive right now," he added as his eyes flashed with a hint of darkness. Later, I learned the truth. Although Madison and Bellamy weren't killed, they were tortured so badly that there wasn't an intact patch of skin left on them. Their limbs were severed, and they were rendered mute. When they were found, they were crawling in a pigsty in a rural village. Being in such an isolated area, no one knew who the culprits were.

They moved around me like living things, coiling and uncoiling in patterns that seemed to make sense to some part of my brain I'd never accessed before. "How are you doing that?" Kieran breathed. His voice sounded far away, like he was speaking through water. All I could focus on was getting my phone back, getting the answers I needed. "Give me back the phone," I said again. "A spellweaver," Cornelius murmured, his stone eyes wide with fascination. "Fascinating." The threads grew thicker, more solid. I could feel them responding to my will, ready to lash out and take what was mine.

Twillow shook her head naively, "I...don't really know. The High Majis is the only one who can open a portal." Sig leaned forward very interested, "Well what do you remember? Was there a sensation? A sound? Smells?" "I think...I think I remember a golden stone around his neck...yes! He had a pendant with a golden stone around his neck and he held it in front of him. Then everything looked like it was melting behind me. Some force was pulling at me and then I was shoved through."+

Famallumi sat on the floor of the Murky Cauldron, a pile of books scattered around him, while Tansy sat at her desk sipping some mint tea Wanda forced upon her. The elf arrived shortly after Wanda put the call out to the Valentine sisters about what happened, and he immediately started poring over the books on the shelves in an attempt to decipher what happened to the witch. Tansy turned him loose in her store as she always did, but inside she wondered why the Lore Master Apprentice didn't know more lore about things. He always seemed so shocked and amazed by anything that transpired in their world even if caused by a creature from theirs, that she wondered how long he had actually been stud

"A girl who can control the Timewinder? What does that mean? Also, what is a Timewinder? Who's this girl you're referring to?" Henri shook his head. "The Timewinder is a Partingian artifact from Wonder's world. It has powerful abilities, but only the girl can control it. Father said that this girl would be born extraordinary, originating from the dawn of the universe. She's the only one who can change everything. Her genes are different from others. She comes from a faraway place, the Otherworld.”

something was here with me, very likely something that scares me. as I focused more into the darkness, I saw something moving, but couldn't figure out what it must be. and I saw it was moving towards me. something featureless but not dead. it was alive and before I could react the featureless thing marched towards me and grabbed me with a jerk. "huhhhh" with a jolt i woke up on my bed, in my bedroom. breathing hard i sat up on bed, i was sweating profusely even though the AC was on.

It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the suddenly blinding light, but when I could see clearly, I saw twelve black wolves circle me, covered in a purple haze. No one said a word or uttered a sound for a long time. As I looked around, I saw everyone staring at the transparent wolf spirits with their mouths open. Even Silica and Eclipse were speechless, as this was the first time they had seen this. “You did something to the necklace. This must be some trick.” Arielle was the first to break the silence. “Then give me that necklace, and I will do the same thing.” I clasped my hand over the necklace, causing the guardians to disappear.