Mala Novel Episode 2 Novels & Stories

His black eyes gleamed. "Only one of us will." Lyla’s pulse pounded. Because she knew what came next. Malachai wasn’t done. He wouldn’t accept defeat. And he wouldn’t leave without a fight. He vanished. And when he reappeared His claws were aimed for her throat. Lyla moved. Faster than thought. Faster than instinct. Her claws met his. And the abyss erupted into war. The abyss exploded. Lyla and Malachai collided, their claws striking with a force that sent shockwaves through the void.

We were in luck to have discovered that our waters had it, and managed to stop its spread. But it was already too late. Half of our pack were infected, and died gruesome deaths. Larissa wasn't so lucky. But in her case, it wasn't as severe, and only got worse on full moons, like the other anomalies. She sucked in a breath, her hands trembling when she spoke. “Are you saying…..That we'll finally be free? From this curse?” “Yes, Larissa.” I responded. “What are you waiting for then?! Why didn't you tell the others?” She turned to face me, holding my hands.

And if he doesn’t come back here, then what awaits him? There’s no answer that doesn’t feel like falling. Near the stables, Mala is saying goodbye to her mother. Edith’s eyes shine with tears she pretends not to shed, and Mala laughs. That dry, knowing laugh that makes everything around her feel less heavy than it is. I watch her with a strange sense of awe. “You’ll be fine,” she says, with that lazy drawl that makes it sound like nothing matters at all. “It’s not like I’m dying, Ma.”

the maid replied. Vanessa stared at the tray with a wide grin on her face. "Oh, alright then," she said before leading the maid into the chamber. Once inside the chamber, the maid placed the tray of food on the table and left quietly. Vanessa took a bite from the food. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She wondered what was going on because she had never felt that way before. Her whole body was getting weak, and soon after, her vision became blurry. She staggered a little bit, but eventually fell to the floor, and everything went pitch-black.

I couldn't keep my eyes open, I couldn't- Maliya POV The sound of items breaking filled the house as I hid behind the blanket. Fear filled my body as Liya shifted uncomfortably 'Something is wrong with Mate. Something is not right.' She said as I heard another item breaking. I closed my eyes and held onto the blanket tighter than before as I tried to ignore the angered wolf he spoke. Liya and I were both taken aback as it spoke. The voice was animistic as it grumbled. Liya was right, this wasn't Aeron. I didn't have much time to think when I heard heavy pounding on the door. My heart raced as I looked towards the locked door.

Rex’s hand stayed in mine, his red eyes soft but vigilant, the bond between us pulsing, warm and unshakable. ‎ ‎Mara, the Ironclaw Alpha, stood near the fire, her grey-streaked hair catching the light, her storm-cloud eyes on me. “You’ve changed everything, Talia,” she said, her voice steady, carrying over the crackle of the flames. “The land breathes again because of you. But the dark wolves—those who fed on the curse—they’ll come for you again.” ‎

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.

‎ ‎Then— ‎ ‎“She won’t see it coming.” ‎ ‎My pulse stuttered. ‎ ‎I stood frozen in the hallway. ‎ ‎A second later, the door opened abruptly. ‎ ‎Malia stepped out, nearly colliding with me. ‎ ‎“Oh!” she laughed. “You scared me.” ‎ ‎“Who were you talking to?” ‎ ‎She tilted her head. ‎ ‎“A friend.” ‎ ‎“About what?” ‎ ‎“Nothing important.” ‎ ‎Her tone was light. ‎ ‎Casual. ‎

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.

Aspen Maliyah stops talking mid-sentence and her eyes begin to glow silver. It’s been awhile since a vision forced itself onto Maliyah and it has us all on edge. Everyone, besides her parents and I, have left the office. We’ve been waiting for what seems like forever for Maliyah to come out of this vision. Her eyes finally return to normal and I catch her before falls to the ground. I lightly tap her cheek as her eyes flutter open. “Maliyah are you okay?”