Mala Novel Episode 1 Novels & Stories

“Hey, it’s me. Corey.” Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused. She blinked several times, trying to make sense of her surroundings. “There she is!” Leo’s voice rang out behind me, far too loud for the moment. Malia’s head snapped up, and she let out a low, warning growl. Her teeth bared, and her eyes gleamed with feral intensity. I raised my hands in a calming gesture. “Malia, it’s okay. It’s just me.” She didn’t seem to recognize me at first, but as her gaze steadied, a flicker of recognition passed through her eyes. Her lips trembled, and tears welled up.

"Mala, mala is that you?" My heartbeat beat loudly, my hands trembled as I lunged out of the tub, barely wrapping a towel around myself. The floor was cold as I stepped onto the cold marble floor, my hair clung to my back and water dripped down my legs as I stumbled barefoot literally running out of the bathroom, I raced through the room and flung open the door. I found Mala standing before me, I froze, time froze, I couldn't believe my eyes, she was here, Mala was standing in front of me.

When I was getting punished, they didn’t even move an inch, but when it was Malia, they were crying for her. The movement on the stage caught my attention, and before I could comprehend what happened, Alpha Stone snapped Malia’s head and her body laid lifeless on the ground. I couldn’t help the scream that left my lips as black dots appeared in front of my eyes and I lost myself in darkness.

I smiled back at her when suddenly Gisselle coughed, causing Maliyla to turn and look at her. "Please accept my apologies," Gisselle said. Maliyla growled but did not speak. Her eyes were filled with anger as she turned back to me. "Maliyla," I said, reaching for her. "No, don't," Maliyla replied, looking back at Gisselle before opening the door and exiting the car. "Jonathan," I said through the mind link. "I'm aware," Jonathan replied as he approached Maliyla. "Luna, are you ok?" I heard him ask.

She was that one friend who stood by me when everyone else seemed to neglect my presence. "Morning, Malia," I replied, mirroring her warm smile. "Have you heard the latest news?" she asked as I shrugged, picking up the mop to start my daily chores. "What news, Malia?" I inquired, rolling my eyes playfully, eager to hear the gossip she was about to share. "Did you know one of the young masters left because his mate was wolfless!" Malia shouted, her excitement evident as she passed along the intriguing piece of information.

Malia POV I had way too many drinks, I had to pee so bad I practically had to pull myself away from the dance floor. Opening the bathroom door, I was surprised to find that I was the only one in here, I figured there'd be woman lined up in the mirror freshening themselves up or talking shit. Somehow, I managed to make it without falling on my ass. Stumbling to the sink I washed my hands and threw some cold water on my face thinking it'll somehow sober me up. As I started to exit the bathroom my legs gave out causing me to lose my balance, leaving me to fall on the nearest object I could find. Expecting to fall on the wall or even worse the floor I was shocked to feel a muscular warm chest wi

Malcolm growled within me, “Mine.” It was clear and bold. I pulled back. A look of shock was visible on her face. She might have heard the same word or felt the same thing I did. There was no longer any doubt; she was mine. My mate. My love. My luna. Without waiting for explanation, I crushed my lips against hers again. As if she were expecting it, her lips fought for dominance as her hand moved slowly all over my body. Malcolm repeated the words in my head.

MALIA’S POV My stroll turned out even better than I expected and as I strolled into my room, I realized my mood was more promising than before. Perhaps, my stay in this bizarre land wouldn't be as bad as I initially thought it would. At least, now I have made not only one close alley but two. And they have just proved to me that not everyone is as odd as their Alpha. With purposeful strides, I approached my bed to have a closer glimpse of what seemed to be like hips of clothing dumped on the bed.

”You’ll never make it back in time,” Genevieve was watching all her friends lay dead around her. ”You said forty-eight hours. Trust me, we’ll make it back.” I said and raised my head. ”Amber,” Malia's voice rang out as she took a step toward me. When she was about to take another, her father blocked her way and raised his hand. Malia's eyes glowed and her canines extended. She raised her hand, blocking her father's punch but instead her mother came up and shoved her into the brick wall. Malia fell down, she wasn't strong, she had been tortured and starved.

Four in the corners of the room and one through the chasen's cyborg eye. Molly was just laying there looking no better than a corpse when suddenly something happened. Her eyes popped open and she did a flip-up and in one second flat, she stretched her hand to the chasen and punched her in the face; a punch that blew her brains out just like it did the other chasens. Down the chasen went and seeing the feed coming in from her eye going off and looking to the others, she saw Molly with her arm stretched out having just punched her.