Disney Character Mal Novels & Stories

“This is Twix. He’s Carri’s older brother.” Rain grinned. Twix, was it? Did his mama know she’d named him after a candy bar? “What’s your name?” Malix asked. He really was a cute little thing, with black hair tumbling into his eyes. “Rain.” She would really rather the kids took off. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” “No,” Malix said innocently. “Do you have any toys?” She shook her head. “I’m too old for toys.” “You don’t look old,” Carrie said suspiciously. “I bet you know how to make all kinds of toys.”

“Damn, kitty. Why you gotta poke the bear?” “I don’t know. It’s a character flaw,” I reply, unfolding from the couch and giving my neck a roll. “Not sure about that,” Malix says, flashing me the playful smile I’ve been missing since we arrived here. “It might be a character strength. Whatever it is though, it’s hella entertaining. Usually.” “Glad to be of service.” He touches my chin with his thumb, his gaze sweeping over my face. “Go get some sleep, kitty. You’ll feel better.” Then he presses a light kiss on my forehead before he turns and walks away, toward the kitchen.

She agreed to meet me up for lunch tomorrow and they all left the pack house, with Harold looking back every minute and wondering why he was so nervous to be around me. “Thanks, Malia. I really needed the support.” I let out through our mind link, speaking directly to Valerie's wolf, Malia. I know that Hunter is a strong and powerful wolf, but there is no way he could intimidate Harold Armstrong with his aura because Harold doesn’t have his wolf yet, so he can’t feel Hunter's domineering aura. But Malia is not just the future Luna. She is the last healer and she has the power to reach into his mind and influence his wolf to comply. She manipulated him to feel her strong aura, and he felt so

"Very well, please follow me" I get up from my throne and lead out and they all follow after me, we walk through the palace and down towards the dungeon, Mali is a water elemental so she is placed in a fire cell so she is not able to escape. When we arrive the Gargoyles bow “your majesty” that is when Mali looks up, her hands instinctively goes to her swollen belly and she rises to her feet and storms over to the cell door but naturally she doesn’t touch it “how could you treat a she wolf with pup like this?! Where is my mate?!” I fold my arms “oh so now he’s your mate” “do you think I enjoyed sharing my mate with you? It was disgusting having him come to me and smelling you all over him so

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.

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.

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.

I whisper, uncertainly. Before any of them can answer me, Malakar lets out a howl of pain. He writhes around on the stretcher, clutching his side. The two large men at the entrance of the tent rush in and attempt to hold him down. They have a hard time. He's strong, and in a massive amount of pain by the look of it. Out of pure instinct, I step forward to help, but just as I do, Malakar growls. Not a figurative growl. No, an actual growl, like some wild animal caught in a painful trap. His eyes flash an even brighter shade of yellow and he snarls at me. He actually snarls at me. I gasp and stumble backwards. I bump into Talon, who catches me. It's my turn to stare at Malakar. He looks like a

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.