Mala Novels & Stories

Malia says, slight fear coating her words. "Who is she?" Jade had been wanting to know about her since the first time she smelt her flowery scent on him. Malia snorts unlady like making Jade smile. Seems like someone isn't a fan. "Blonde hair, blue eyes. Typical bitchy barbie you read about in all the stories. Like clichey much?!. Anyways she's Alpha's current play thing if you're wondering, but she's in denial and tells everyone that she's his girlfriend and mate which we know she isn't, also mind you the fact that Alpha never had a girlfriend before" Jade felt slight relief at that. "She likes to call herself the Luna of this pack." Malia snorts again, distaste lacing her voice.

"Trisha. Please pass me that glass plate, " Mrs Macaulay says to her daughter. "Mum, have it," Trisha says now handing over the glass to her mum. "I hope you have found a lesson tutor?" Mrs Macaulay a fair-skinned lady in her late forties asks.

Not having a thing to say, I kept quiet in my seat and ate calmly. "Hmmm." She nodded reluctantly and took a sip of wine. "So Mira..." She started but I was quick to cut in. "Mila!" I supplied, and she looked at me questioningly. "My name Ma. It's Mila." "Hmmm, I see." She noted, before she continued. "So Mira, what social class do you belong?" "What?!" I asked caught off guard. I clearly understood what she had asked but her question was...... so.... materialistic! Plus! the fact she had still called me 'Mira', considering my clarification had gotten me.

Tell you how… Magdalena lived in the same village as Alik's family, but in different social level. Magdalena's family was poor, with many children and many problems as well. They had six daughters and one son, the last male child who they adored. In traditional families like Magdalena's male child was deemed to be a real child, they never took the girls seriously.

I was rubbing my temple with my palm trying to ease the banging in my head when Mala walked in. Mala being her escentric self choose to wear a ghotic look. She wore all black- shorts, blouse, boots, eyeliner, hair , lipstick.. even her nails were painted black. "Oh my God Mala, what's with your dark look, you look like Dracula's bride." I told her lightly laughing. She smiled back at me and placed the bag she held on the table by the visitors chair. "Girl, I am feeling powerful today, just wanted to express it."

Tendrils of black vapor curl and twist around its jagged silhouette, hissing softly as if the chair itself is alive, hungering for something just out of reach. Malachi’s appearance is no less commanding. His skin, a deep obsidian, glistens faintly, intricate runes etched across its surface. They pulse dimly, shifting like molten lava beneath the surface. His horns arch back from his brow in smooth, gleaming curves. Golden eyes blaze beneath, twin infernos that pierce the room with a feral intensity.

For every wound they inflicted upon my family, I will carve their downfall into history. I, Regina Anderson, will rule this land. The Grand Duchy is mine to command, mine to protect. And by my hand, the Andersons will rise, greater, stronger, unchallenged. All those who underestimated me for being a woman will see what happens when a woman burns with fury. They have only ever known the rage of men. Loud, reckless, predictable. But I will not scream; I will not rant. My rage will be quiet and merciless. My eyes gleamed dark with purpose.

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.”

Did she know how unsafe these places were? I paused for a minute, taking the new metallic smell in. It smelt a lot like blood. My blood ran cold and my lost strength returned. They say to expect the unexpected but I wasn't ready to dash head-on in front of a chimera. Maisy was frozen, unable to move or even breathe. She was scared to the bone. The monster turned in my direction, baring out its yellow canines in aggression. It was probably reminded of our last duel. It totally ignored Maisy's presence and charged at me.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.