Mala Novel Episode 5 Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

Chucklinhtat their reaction, I was about to ask them if they would like to join me for a ride, when I noticed malina face contorting with pain. "Malina, are you okay?", Gerald asked and she winced In pain as she clenched her hand, and her claws dig deep into her flesh as blood started to seep out, making me rush to her side. "Malina, open your hand, you are hurting yourself". I said to her before holding her hand and she held mine as if she was gripping for life. "It hurts". She said before passing out. Looking at Gerald with horror, I bent down and picked Malina, bridal style as we rushed to the medical unit.

He was standing up, his face bruised and his runes dim, but his eyes were filled with a frantic, desperate hope. “He’s lying, Elara,” Malachi said, his voice shaking. “He’s trying to get into your head. He knows he can’t beat you in a fair fight, so he’s trying to poison the well.” I looked at my hands. I looked at the scales that had now reached my neck, pressing against my throat. I thought of my mother’s face in the infirmary—the way she hadn't looked at me when I touched her brow. The way her frequency had felt so... familiar.

His eyes darted around in panic, reflecting the chaos within. "Malia, Malia is gone!" he yelled, his hands clawing at my arms with such force that blood began to seep from the scratches his nails left. The sight of the bed, soaked in blood, made my stomach churn. "There's so much blood, boss. Losing someone like this is overwhelming. They got to her before I did! The scent was unmistakable; they snatched her right from my bed!"

On the day Maelis discovers she's pregnant, her Alpha husband’s first love returns. With a child. And suddenly, the five-year marriage Maelis endured means nothing. Theron doesn't ask for an explanation. He doesn't defend her. He simply chooses the woman he has always loved. So Maelis makes a decision no one expects. She will leave but there is one problem. Her unborn child is dying and the only person who can save it is the same man she has finally decided to walk away from. She has thirty days to escape the Alpha. He has thirty days to realize what he's about to lose. And neither of them knows that Maelis is carrying a secret far more dangerous than a child.

Greta gasps, stepping forward. "She's a leech!" Malia shouts back, her voice echoing down the stairwell. "And you're so blind, you're choking on her!" With a harsh toss of her hair, Malia storms down the stairs, her heavy boots clacking against the steps as the lights flare brightly beneath her feet. Seconds later, the front door shuts below, shaking the entire house. Greta covers her face with her hands. "I'm so sorry, Aurora... I don't know what's gotten into her. She's never been like this..."

I edge forward and slide my dainty hand into his huge paw. I sense Mal’s unease and say, “It’s okay, Mal. I’m here. Show me all your dreams and all the nightmares that plague you.” “Kaiya, I can’t. Not in one nap or even one night. It will take a long time,” Malleus replies in a voice as parched as the scorched earth beneath our feet. “No need to rush. Tell me about this one. What can you tell me?” “Nothing. This one is new.”

The boy’s eyes, usually a vibrant amethyst, were dull and glassy, fixed on the empty spot where his mother had been standing seconds before. "Mama?" the boy whispered, the word barely more than a breath. Malachi didn't answer. He couldn't. His throat felt like it was filled with shards of obsidian. He looked down at the floor. There was no body. No blood. Only a single, glowing white petal resting in the center of a blackened circle on the stone. He knelt, his heavy armor clattering in the quiet room, and picked up the petal with a trembling hand. The moment his skin touched it, a shock of warmth jolted through him—a faint, rhythmic pulse that felt like a heartbeat.

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.