Aphmau Malachi Novels & Stories

At some point, Aminuddin and Baki deactivated their shields and joined their leader. “No–” “Alright.” Malikul cut him off. Mal looked outrageously offended. Without looking at him, he kicked off the ground and shot up next to Hadi. “I– just– why—” he was beyond baffled. His hands were moving unnaturally in the air, trying to make an excuse, anything. “You can’t lie shit. I can hear you.” He pointed at his own head. “Everything is inside here.” Again, Mal was baffled but this time for a different reason. “You’re like The Holiness.”

“I blame Matheus for this. I intend to do what he should have done in the first place. I will end this now and be done with it, and then we will rescue the others.” “You can’t, Malachai!” Zak persisted. “Delmar commanded Alex not to be harmed by our own hands. Would you really go behind Delmar’s back like this?” Malachai was taking deep breaths. He could not admit that there was truth in what Zak was saying. He was just so angry with this boy, as he was with every Outsider he had encountered in the past. In the back of his mind, he knew that he was afraid; afraid that his anger might be so strong that it would supercede loyalty to his oldest friend and Chief. No, he told himself. That could

Alpha Fiama Jay gaped at me without blinking his eyes for a while. He might be looking for words. I was determined to do this today. I knew it would affect him more than me. But I had no option left to secure his life. "Fiama! I guess you're forgetting that we are the students of management, not literature, nor any of us interested in supernatural novels", he giggled. His words were enough to let me know that he didn't believe in our world, nor he was aware of anything.

I quickly put the book in the right position. " And its math lesson so you're holding the wrong book" he added taking out a math textbook "You can have mine" he handed me it generously "thanks" I said a bit surprised, he was the second nerd I've talked to in this school and a good one. Nerds were such loners and thus I was surprised. " I'm Cruiz .....and you are Samael" he offered his hand " how did you know my name?" I squinted my brows "dude , your shirt's like branded with your name tag" he chuckled.

“I think I may have spoken out of turn, I apologise. Malachi will tell you when the time comes.” My heart drops. “That doesn’t bode well for me at all,” I say, shaking my head. “Forgive me for saying this, but what made you say something like that and make me doubt him?” Maleah’s eyes widen. “Oh, heavens no, that was not my intention!” she says, placing a hand on her chest, then she sighs. “I apologise, I didn’t know he hadn’t mentioned her yet. Malachi…had a mate before you and she rejected him for someone else.”

His gut couldn't settle even for a second. "Fuck!" Colt's dense beard was now starting to itch as well, sweat and perspiration were bugging him the most, "Why is this place burning like hell!" "Malaka is a beast with exceptional fire affinity...their rhythms and presence increase the temperature of the surroundings!" "But…" Creed wanted to say something but was interrupted by Agenor. "Everyone, stay on your toes. This means that Malaka has been to this day place before… Nakiya! muffle your presence at all times! "

I spit out, “I am not your wife” Malachi does not say anything. He only gestures to his men and they immediately pull him out of the door. “What— Malachi suddenly picks me up and throws me over his shoulders gaining a shriek of horror from me. “What do you think you are doing?” I yell out, not minding the onlookers. “I changed my mind,” he answers, “we are getting married today”

I closed my eyes before turning the knob open. Malachi.

The senior elder, Malachi, a man who had served three Alphas and was rumored to know where every body in the Silver Moon was buried. He wasn't looking at the fire. He wasn't looking at the High Elder. He was looking directly at me. His eyes, pale and piercing even in the dim light, seemed to lock onto mine with a terrifying clarity. There was no warmth in his gaze, no polite curiosity of a pack member greeting a newcomer. There was only a deep, ancient recognition. Slowly, with a deliberate, chilling grace, Malachi raised his silver chalice. He didn't toast the High Elder, nor did he toast the new Luna. He raised the glass to me. A silent, singular salute.

"Teach me, then. But I fight for myself, not your wars." Malachi's laugh was a low growl. "We'll see." He stood, offering a hand. She took it reluctantly, his callused palm engulfing hers, sending a jolt through her arm that had nothing to do with attraction—more like static from a storm. He pulled her to her feet, steadying her when she wobbled.