Mala Novel Episode 1 Novels & Stories

I screamed, I cried and tried to transform but she had pinned down, rendering me powerless. “I'm gonna kill you,” she growled, attempting to strike yet again but was stopped almost immediately. “How dare you attack my mate.” Xavier roared. Malia immediately transformed back to her human form. Her legs trembling, her voice shaking as Xavier advanced towards her. “Xavier, she attacked me first.” Malia protested but he didn't listen to her. Xavier grabbed her neck, lifting her above ground level. My heart skipped a beat, I knew I despised her but I also didn't want Xavier to strangle her to death before everyone.

Anxiety gripped me like an old friend and sent me into a state of panic. ‘Avery?’ ‘Yeah...’ ‘What’s the matter, Malyshka?’ he grabbed my phone from me and looked at the offending issue. He let out a feral grunt and gave me my phone back, his attention returning to the television. ‘Just ignore him, he’ll go away’

Derek and I rush the other creature but we get knocked across the room as it charges towards Maliyah. “NO!” Suddenly a blinding light strikes down on Maliyah and I fear they have killed her. As my eyes adjust we realize the creature has been set on fire and has collapsed to the ground. I look back at Maliyah and I am shocked to see Malayah standing over her sister. She nods at me as her spirit enters Maliyah. I wonder if the legends are true. I rush to Maliyah’s side, hoping she’ll wake up. Derek shifts and checks on Davina before coming to Maliyah.

The girl glanced at Vivian but uttered only a single word, barely above a whisper, "Malia." "Malia," Vivian repeated softly, acknowledging her response. "That's a beautiful name. Now, Malia, where can I take you? Your home address or perhaps a friend's address?" Vivian continued, attempting to gather more information. However, instead of responding, Malia's face contorted with anguish, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

”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.

she bit her bottom lip and quivered lightly before nodding. Bang! Bang! Bang! Ever so often Malia would get hit by Mr. Seghal and go flying in the air. No matter how banged up she got she stood back up and went again and again determined not to give up. Every offence and defence were different each time. To every onlooker they could see that Malia was getting better every time she got back up. Mr. Seghal was not going easy on her. Not long after someone joined in on their sparring. Aaliyah’s eyes widened, “Is that… is that Becca?”

“What do you want to say?” asked Raline when she was allowed to enter Malia's room. She saw Malia open her MacBook and pat the right side of her bed. “Come sit here,” she said enthusiastically. Raline sat next to Malia and they both looked at the MacBook. “What are you doing?” “Looking for a good movie, but I remembered something...” Malia looked at Raline with an expression that was difficult to describe. “Would you be traumatized if we watched your mom's movie?”

Malica sat for a while thinking of what to do, while Gideon stood beside her. “You people are monsters!!!. I am just a kid!!, don’t do this to me!!. Please!.” A girl yelled as she was grabbed into a room with a man laying on the bed waiting for her. “Let me go, you bastard!!.” “Would that brat short up!!. I am thinking over here!.” Malica yelled and began to bang the table. Gideon didn’t utter a word, he stood still without saying a word or moving. ^^^ Aloras POV

Cord had looked Dayen in the eye when he had pronounced the virgin to be given: Mala. Mala was outclan and different from the blonde men and women of High Stag. Her hair was reddish brown and wavy where theirs was straight, she was tall where the women of High Stag were petite. And she had no father or brothers to deny the chiefs, having been raised as a ward of the shaman school after her mother, a refugee from Great Bull, had taken fever when she was ten summers old. Over the last eight summers, she had grown to womanly curves, and the sight of her body made Dayen want her with the deep need of new manhood even now when he was ten summers beyond it. It was probably that, more than the need

Talia straightened, her expression unreadable but commanding, as if daring Malia to test her again. For a moment, Malia stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief as she rubbed her wrist where Talia had held her. The room seemed to grow heavy with tension as Malia struggled to regain her composure. She opened her mouth to retort, but before she could say anything, Marco, who had been watching silently, finally spoke up.