Disney Character Mal Novels & Stories

He eyes me up and down as I rise to my feet. "Yes, I'm coming," I smooth out my dress and pat my hair into place. "Good, because there's nothing more dangerous than an impatient and reckless male wolf in search for his mate. You may want to speak to him before he rips poor Charles' head off." At the mention of my father, I hurry from the room and see Mal standing near the foyer, a dark scowl on his face as he shrugs his arm from my dad, growling quietly at him.

Pretty boy Ronin. Malak is known for being calculating. With his short black hair that nearly grazed his shoulders. Dark chocolate hooded almond eyes that betrayed no emotion, the intelligence behind those eyes was scary. A very defined Cupid's bow on those gorgeous swollen lips. Smooth tan skin except for the stubble that graced his jaw. He was tall like Seph with more muscle to him. His wings were a real thing of beauty. Dark as night with each feather speckled with black diamonds. A whip attached to his hip tipped with silver and gold, two short swords at his back. Tall, dark, and absolutely deadly.

Malik Al-Mansoori swaggered towards us. He always referred to himself as the prodigal son because he was wayward and reckless in every way you could ever think of. Malik was just a few inches shorter than Jackson, with olive skin, curly dark brown hair, high cheekbones, and almond-shaped toffee brown eyes. Despite his recklessness, Malik was an information broker. He possessed a wealth of knowledge and insight.

DAMON Malcolm George was Kelvin's closest friend in Landera and if anyone knew what was going on, it was Malcolm. Malcolm was a shapeshifter and also a lawyer based in Landera. Mason was on the wheels driving to Malcolm's home, singing and as usual, trying to hit the high notes.. which he fails every damn time. Malcolm lived in Landera but his house was at the other side of the town so it would take a little while before getting there.

I gasped and looked at Malphus who was staring up at me with beady eyes. Who was this? “It is I, Malphus.” the voice spoke back and I recognized that Malphus’s voice was not throaty or anything masculine. It was rather a cute voice. Omg! How? The voice replied “I’ll explain it to you later. Repeat the spell that I say after me and click your fingers after you say the spell.” Okay.

Malayah Mom makes me so mad. I just want to know more about my father. She won’t even say his name, though that guy said his name is Enzo. Just saying he’s a bad guy doesn’t tell me anything. She just doesn’t like whoever our father is. How bad can this guy really be? I do really like Derek. It’s been nice having him around. He plays games with us and though I would never tell mom, I actually like riding horses at Fantasy Farms. Derek has helped me practice too. He’s pretty good with a soccer ball.

Like I've finally come home. I shake my head, trying to get rid of this strange feeling. It's scary, but wonderful at the same time. And still, Malakar stares at me. He doesn't even blink. He tries to sit up, but his massive arms are to weak to support his weight and he fumbles back down. So, instead he raises his head so that he can look at me again. His yellow eyes grow dark. A strange expression crosses his face. "Mate." He whispers in a dominating and primal voice.

The little girl clutched a ragged bunny and looked at him hopefully, “A real one?” “Yes, lass.” Malcom laughed as Owen slid into the car, closing the door behind him. “I live in a real castle.” “Ok then.” Serena nodded, “I can’t wait to go there.” “I can’t wait for ye to see it.” Malcom agreed. A pang flitted through his heart. First for the little girl who had been through so much at the hands of monsters like Henry Reacher, and also for the thought of the pups he so desperately wanted with Poppy. Would they have her red hair or his brown? He hoped they looked like her.

He was a bit more fragile so we had to monitor him closely. Malachi was the opposite. He's strong, active, always, as in always using his body to the fullest, full of endless energy! He learned a little slower than other kids his age, but he made up for it with his big heart and determination. They are so different, yet so close like a perfect pair!

had been broken. “I am the King!” Malakai roared, and for a second, his power flared—a desperate, dying embers of the god he had tried to become. He lunged at me, his claws extended. But he never reached me. A massive black shadow crashed through the hole in the ceiling, slamming into Malakai with the force of a falling star. It was a wolf and the largest I had ever seen. Its fur is the colour of midnight and its eyes the colour of a summer storm.