Mala Novels & Stories

Fatma Mathilda was the pack leader and it meant she was the wolf. Hana was always the caring mother, like an orangutan. Agnes was the cub fox. Abigail was their deer. And Edith was the little pup. Fatma knew she was nothing, but a little scaredy hummingbird. But not anymore. Fatma promised herself that she would be now changed, and that she would slay her battles and save those who need saving like she was before. And like Linda now.

Surprisingly, a median tier creature might pose a threat but with enough preparation, collaboration and planning they could be dealt with. However, when a woman encounters a Malaka, the situation turns into something of a train wreck or the worst-case scenario. The instant Malaka senses the presence of a woman nearby, an extremely weird biogenic fluid secretes inside their brains. This triggers a reaction that creates a domino effect, inducing the Malaka into a state of paranoia. Unfortunately, this biogenic fluid inside their brain gives birth to an unstoppable rush that immediately morphs into a

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was

Alyssa yelled and pushed Mia, making her hit her head roughly on the glass window and falling unconscious. Alyssa's powers began to wear off and she vanished in front of Lakshmi's eyes. "Mia! Mia!" Lakshmi kept on tapping Mia on the face, as Mia's head rested on Lakshmi's laps. She began to look around as if searching for something until she finally found a bottle of water, she poured a little of it on her palm and sprinkled it on Mia's face. Mia slowly opened her eyes as everything seemed to be blurry but slowly her vision was clear again.

Malia hissed "You know what we can do, Malia," Alexis said "Now I'm scared, you girls also know what I can do to you girls, so it will be better if you know your place when you are close to me," Malia said "I'm scared of your threats," Mabel said "I should have noticed when Rose does tell me to watch myself with you girls but I was too blind to notice and see what it caused me," Malia said," be nice is something else," "Of course, the only true friend warned you but you didn't heed and now she is dead," Grace said

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

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

I am hungry too and if we are going to talk to them, I might as well eat too. “I am Malia.” The girl with the short blonde hair says. She is tall and willowy thin, with deeply tanned skin and purple eyes. She puts off a tough and in charge type of vibe. She is a bit dirtier than the others, making me think that she is a bit tomboyish and was willing to do most of the work while they were living in the woods. She gestures to the little girl beside her and says, “This little scrap of bee stingers and tree bark-”

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Becca joined in on the fight with Mr. Seghal against Malia using a ball of her fire power as Mr. Seghal tried to physically tackle her. Malia spun away from Mr. Seaghal’s close grasp as she used a ball of water bigger that Becca’s fireball which quenched the fire in mid air as she aimed it at Mr. Seghal. Before he could drudge the attack he was hit by the water ball. He was caught off guard and was now drenched.