Mala Novel Episode 4 Novels & Stories

I was just stepping out of the pack healer’s quarters when Lina stirred sharply inside me, her awareness snapping to attention like a hound catching a scent. I lifted my gaze, and that was when I saw her. Malia sat on a fallen log at the edge of the clearing, her legs swinging freely, boots not quite touching the ground. She was humming softly to herself, braiding a little wildflower crown with clumsy but determined fingers. Her dark curls bounced as she tilted her head, tongue poking out in concentration. She looked… peaceful. And for reasons I didn’t yet understand, that sight alone made my chest ache. “She shouldn’t be here,” I murmured, glancing around instinctively. “It’s too close to t

Malia "He's here!" a maid announced. And that was how they all giggled like 16 year olds. I wondered what the fuss was all about. Then I asked a girl and she explained everything to me. I wondered if Cadel was truly gorgeous as the others were saying or he was just hyped. My thought process was suddenly Interrupted when I heard a screech of my name. "Malia!!!!!!" I rolled my eyes and came. "Where the hell have you been!?"

If she were deprived of the two, what would become of her? The question made my blood boil. Right as I was envisioning the endless possibilities of torment I could put the slut through, my phone beeped. I frowned in displeasure at the unwelcome interruption, but still pulled it out of my pocket and swiped the screen. The notification that popped up had my eyes widening in shock. But soon after, I threw back my head and burst into unrestrained laughter. Saira Malivik? Saira Malivik? Hahaha! What a farce!

Veronica's POV: As Malia lay crumpled on the floor, her once formidable presence reduced to a broken figure, a solemn silence fell over the throne room. The weight of her actions hung heavy in the air, and the kingdom braced itself for the consequences that awaited her. My father, Tyler, the lycan king, stood tall and resolute, his voice ringing out with authority. "Malia," he declared, his tone laced with disappointment, "you have betrayed the trust of this kingdom and tarnished the honor of our bloodline. Your actions have brought pain and darkness upon this kingdom. For your crimes against the crown and its people, henceforth, you are stripped of your royal title and sentenced to the dung

Alpha King Damon Troy mind-links Eric and me about an eight-year-old boy named Zayden who is now in his care after buying him from a slave auction in Shadowguard. Zayden is the sole survivor of the Mystic Pride massacre, and his father, Alpha Ezra, is dead. Troy is somewhere near Bramblemore, and Eric is at Moon Crest Castle. Maia said there were soldiers in the forest. They must be the ones who attacked the small villages. I say. Who’s Maia? They ask me in unison.

Valeria I struggled against the tight binds that kept me tethered to the cold chair, my wrists aching from the rough ropes digging into my skin. The moment I opened my eyes and saw Malachai standing before me, a mix of fury and dread boiled in my chest. I had been so careful—how had he gotten to me? And what more could he possibly want? “Malachai,” I spat, glaring at him. “What the hell is this? You already dragged me into my past and revealed more than I ever wanted to know. What more could you possibly want from me?”

my words came out shaky as I fight to keep the tears at bay. “I know it feels that way, but I promise you that you are still the same beautiful, strong and amazing Stephanie Malloy I’ve known since I was 6. Nothing I mean nothing can change that,” she reassured with a strong voice, causing me to smile slightly. “Now let’s get this show on the road” she said almost immediately as the driver arrived. The driver came down and rounded the corner to open the door. Sebastian Torez. Fuck those green eyes. “Miss Isa-” He started but stopped short as those deep emerald eyes fell on my face, recognition and confusion flickering through them. “ Miss Stephanie?” Comes the very confused voice that I was

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.”

‎ ‎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. ‎