Mala Novels & Stories

“I was greatly alarmed at what I had seen, so I ran to my mother’s hut to inquire on what was happening, but she refused to tell me the truth. After seeing those men in the palace, I knew my father was going to tell me the truth, so I waited eagerly as I sat beside him. Murai told them a summary of all his father had said. The name 'Banabella' rang in their ears. “Son,” his father started, “I named you Murai for this reason: the night you were born, I fought and killed a leopard. That same night, I had good dreams about you. The day of your birth signified strength and power. I feel you will become powerful on earth if you listen to the voice of the gods; for I had the foreknowledge and pray

"Alright, now spin around." "Yes, madam director," Malena joked, slowly turning to give us all a chance to look at her legs and pert little ass clad in the skin-tight white fabric. Malena was a smaller girl than Alanna, her athleticism more graceful instead of powerful; if she wasn't training for their Rugby team, Malena was doing yoga or tai chi in our little backyard. Her body was bikini-ready, with slim hips and sleek legs that met in a small but what I considered fantastic ass - the yoga pants she was wearing showing off the diamond gap below her crotch and between her thighs.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

Alan trailed. “She is his mate.” “Then why the hell do I feel like she’s my mate?!” He smashed his fist on the wall. That was the problem Alan had with Hugh. His temper. It was something Hugh was barely able to control. Taking a deep breath, Alan replied, “That’s because… she is also your mate.”

He raises his voice and slowly turns his head to face me, his eyes turning dark. "Sorry. You don't need to be ma..." A tiny shrill whistle suddenly erupts in the room. The sound slowly gets louder. The door opens and the teacher walks into the room. He begins the lesson but I can’t seem to focus, the sound feels like it’s piercing through my skull. I look around and everyone seems unfazed by the sound as it gets louder. Am I the only one hearing this? I look to West but he has a distant look on his face, his eyes still dark. Is he doing this?

And his eyes were black with red irises. Mala was still about her normal size and covered in light blue scales. She was swift and agile while moving and fast on her feet. Her eyes were yellow with black irises and her hair was longer. She had a long tail to help her balance herself while moving fast. She had sharp talons for hands and lizard-like feet. They were both managing somehow to hold back the insects that were swarming them relentlessly. Bartolo acted like a tank and took most of the damage while Mala was swiftly killing the insects. Even if they took damage, their self regenerating ability quickly closed their wounds as

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

Maliyla's POV Makatea, goddess, this place was incredible. From the food to the ocean, it was paradise. I thought I had seen everything until I stepped foot here. Words couldn't do justice to the beauty of this place. In a way, it was like entering a dream. This beach was filled with clear, warm, and inviting water. Trees, lush greenery, and white sand created a peaceful, inviting atmosphere. Hector and I spent the entire morning and afternoon on the beach. We spent the whole day swimming, sunbathing, and exploring the area. It wasn't until my stomach growled that Hector said we should head back.

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.”

Malachi had only chuckled when William announced his plans to go to law school, because the family always needs a lawyer. Tala is a completely different story. She looks like her mother but she’s exactly like her father. Hot and cold and she can kick your ass from here to kingdom come. Also, I’m not always sure if she’s on my side or not. She has the ability to touch someone and see that person’s past.