Mala Novel Episode 3 Novels & Stories

As the dust settled, Elysia, tears of relief in her eyes, knelt beside him, whispering, "You're back. You're safe." Malachi, panting and disoriented, managed a weak smile. "Thanks to all of you. But... something's changed. The Maelstrom... it showed me things." His eyes, filled with a mix of wonder and dread, hinted at mysteries and revelations that awaited the guardians. Isolde, her eyes searching Malachi's, asked, "What did you see? What did the Maelstrom show you?" Malachi took a moment, his gaze distant, as if trying to piece together fragmented memories. "It wasn't just one vision... It was countless realities, countless versions of all of us. Some were peaceful, while others were... te

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.

But Alexander looks at her and begins to laugh, easing her tension. The three of them burst into laughter, reveling in the awkwardness of the situation. Alexander stands up, pulling Jenny up from her chair, and, with his hand gently resting on the small of her back, they all head inside together. "Georgina!" Malia shouts as soon as Jenny walks through the door. Jenny pauses, blinking at her until she remembers that this is Malia's little joke, using her cover name. Memories of her time there flood her mind while she stands in the doorway: the first day when she showed up on time but waited outside, the moment Malia started to warm up to her, and the day she revealed her scars. She wonders if

“What do I get then?” “Do you want something?” “Yes.” I affirmed. “Malena’s heart.” <>_<> Later that day, me and Malena sat in the living room of Zesa’s mansion while we waited for the three p.m. news to begin as the heinous crimes father and son had committed would be brought to light. It was about ten minutes to three and Malena looked as though she wanted to disappear. She drummed her fingers to a steady rhythm on her thigh while looking everywhere but at me. She didn’t want to be here. I’m sure she was a lot more uncomfortable because Zesa had gone up into her room where Levi was. She’d be down by three.

“Are you kidding? She’s a guest, she’s not one of us.” I was amazed. And here I was thinking that Lola and I had bonded after our time together last night and how she whisked me away from the battle in the camp not too long ago. Truly, some things never change. Our rivalry was eternal. “I’m not a guest, Lola. I am Alpha Hycinth’s mate,” I said to her sternly. “Is that so?” She replied saucily. “Then please, explain to these survivors why three Alphas are out there, killing our family because of you.”

It claimed our attention. I froze at the sight of what I saw on the projector. Malia is unconscious and tied up mercilessly with ropes. And her mouth is covered with a black cloth. My heart dropped. "Malia!!!!"

he said, and I nodded slowly. I take back what I said about him not knowing how to lie. "And so far, how are you finding this telenovela?" I asked, grinning, and Malakhi chuckled. "Thrilling," he said, and we laughed as we walked back towards Miall's room. "Very thrilling," he commented softly. I raised my head from my cup to see Willow standing there. Well, this is awks. Did she finally come to see Miall? "Beta, Luna," she bowed, and I waved my hand at her. She looked amazing in her jeans and her tank top. It was such a simple look, yet she pulled it off like that. It was amazing, really.

she muttered and she walked away down the hallway. I look back at Malia who is still standing there, clutching her books like they’re armor, but her shoulders aren’t as tight anymore. She looks up at me with those eyes that don’t know whether to hate me or thank me, and I feel the tug in my chest again. “You’re—” she began but cut herself awed. I leaned slightly closer. “Better?” She fucking nods Ethan, her boy toy appears “Malia! There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

“If you hesitate… I won’t be able to stop it.” His voice cracked. “And I don’t want to disappear.” Her heart shattered. Not metaphorically. Physically. Pain ripped through her chest—raw, real, consuming. She grabbed his hand—cold, trembling. “I won’t lose you.” The crown flickered—dimming, brightening—waiting. Malachai spoke softly, urgently. “There is a third option.” Everyone whipped toward him. Cassian squinted. “Why do I feel like the word ‘third’ is about to ruin my entire night?”

POV: Lyra The power surged through me, a wild, untamed thing that had just killed a man. I stood over Michael Luparcal’s lifeless body, my hands still faintly glowing, the enchanted ring clutched tight in my palm. The scent of his death, a thick, metallic coppery smell, filled the air. I knew, with a chilling certainty, that I had to run. My cover was blown. My wolf, a silent, terrified part of me, was now a beacon, a scream in the darkness that every Alpha would hear.