Novel & Cerita Mala Novel Episode 5

"The moon isn't an enemy. It’s a lighthouse. We were just too busy biting each other's throats to see the shore." Maya walked out from the shadows behind the altar. She didn't look afraid. She looked like she was standing in the middle of a storm and enjoying the wind. Her skin was still glowing with the residual charge of their grounding. She reached out and touched the jagged glass on Malakai’s head. "Tell them, Mal," Maya whispered. Her pulse beat in her neck, visible and frantic. "Tell them what happens when the light stops eating and starts showing." "He’s crazy. He’s actually gone insane."

That image of killing as a solution scared me even more. Then my eyelids folded. I fell into black. Mila’s POV I was supposed to be counting pulse rates and giving ice packs and making sure no one fainted. But Sky was late. Sky was always mostly okay, but not today. Panic is a thing that moves fast and doesn’t wait for common sense. I found Malia near the quad like she was always floating there with her group. Her phone was out, and she’d already sent the photo. Jordan’s mouth on Sky’s. People were whispering. My stomach dropped like a stone.

She felt the truth of them in her bones. When she entered her family's home, the scent of incense and herbs greeted her like an old friend. Maelin stood near the hearth, hands gently turning through the air, weaving strands of energy Veyra could not yet see. Her mother didn't need to look up to know she'd arrived. "I heard the prisoner speak," Veyra said quietly. Maelin's hands stilled. "And what did he say?" "That the Fifth Bond will break the world."

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!?"

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE MALAKAI * * Trigger Warning: This scene involves themes of homophobia, abuse, and brainwashing. Reader discretion is advised. This is pure fiction and does not depict the actions of any religious group. It's white everywhere. My head is hurting. My foggy brain can't even think of why I'm here. The only thing I feel is terror when I realize I am strapped to the bed. Is this a clinic? But... Why?

The closer I got I saw that it's the fine ass nurse from earlier. "Look who it is" I said smiling. He turned to me amd smiled immediately. "Mr Major. Good to see you and your daughter again" He said smiling "Thanks for bandaid. Daddy got more cut and I fix at home" Malaya said beaming at him "You're welcome" He said smiling at her. I watched the interaction between the two for awhile. Malaya always tryna be mean to everyone she met but all of a sudden she smiling with him. "I go home with daddy now. Do you have little girl like me?" She asked him. I saw something flash across his eyes then it vanished

Malia POV I had way too many drinks, I had to pee so bad I practically had to pull myself away from the dance floor. Opening the bathroom door, I was surprised to find that I was the only one in here, I figured there'd be woman lined up in the mirror freshening themselves up or talking shit. Somehow, I managed to make it without falling on my ass. Stumbling to the sink I washed my hands and threw some cold water on my face thinking it'll somehow sober me up. As I started to exit the bathroom my legs gave out causing me to lose my balance, leaving me to fall on the nearest object I could find. Expecting to fall on the wall or even worse the floor I was shocked to feel a muscular warm chest wi

”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.

They were a brilliant, burning gold—brighter than they had ever been before. “Mama?” he asked, his voice clear and strong. “I saw the voices. But I told them to go away. I told them I already had a home.” I pulled him into my arms, sobbing with relief. Liam sat up a moment later, rubbing his eyes as if he had just woken from a long, deep sleep. “I’m hungry,” Liam muttered, making me laugh through my tears. “Elara, look out!” Hale’s warning came just in time. I spun around to see Malakai standing in the centre of the room. His armour was cracked, and one side of his face was covered in silver blood, but the fury in his eyes was enough to freeze the blood in my veins.

I’m about ready to pass out when the front door of the cottage is forcefully swung open, and there stands the man I am giving my life for, and he doesn't look happy. Malachi marches towards me, but Luca and Sukie step in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. “Malachi, you have to calm down, she’s doing this so you can have your life back,” Sukie tries to reason with him, but the anger in Malachi’s eyes shows he doesn’t care what she has to say. To my surprise, he shoves Sukie to the side not harming her. When Luca moves to intervene, Malachi grips him around his throat, lifting him until his feet are dangling off the ground. I can hear Luca gasping for air, but when I try to scream for