Malachai Riverdale Novels & Stories

Malachi said in a low voice and his eyes showed his disgust. “I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” she said and smiled at him. “If you want to keep your hand, I’d suggest removing it from my arm,” Malachi growled out and pushed past her. They looked like a bunch of college students seeing women for the first time and Malachi stepped outside and stood on the verandah, looking out over the Hudson River. Quintin and Bryan stood by the door and Malachi leaned over the railings on his arms. “This isn’t to your liking?” Nino Suter asked as he joined him outside.

Dawn accurately described Malachi: a 6'3" muscular young man with mocha skin and impressive abs, a far cry from his skinny childhood. His charming dimples, chestnut brown eyes, and long, black, silky hair that falls to his upper back are captivating. There was more to Malachi than was apparent. “I need to clear my head with a walk, care to join me?” Dawn asked. “Of course, shall we?” Malachi responded, pulled his hand out, and Dawn accepted it. The woods were quiet as they walked, neither of them speaking. Only after what felt like hours did they reach the lake and come to a standstill. As Dawn gazed into the water, her thoughts drifted to her father, questioning his whereabouts and if he wa

She smiles at me and releases me. “We’re in her element dude. You won’t win,” says River as he shifts. “Really? Come on, you are not dressed.” “Chill out Aspen, we’re in the water and you can’t see anything. Besides she is my cousin and I mated,” says River. “Look, it’s River swimming in a river,” giggles Maliyah.

Jessica said softly. Malachi picked up the single seater chair and threw it through the glass sliding door. Adara got up slowly and walked upstairs. “He’s NOT dead!” Malachi said fiercely and Jessica looked down. “Malachi, you need to calm down,” Carl said to him as he walked closer to him. “I won’t calm down! He’s not dead!” Malachi said again angrily. “I would know if he was dead,” he said and walked outside. He sat down on the steps, his head in his hands again. Jessica followed him outside. She stood in front of him and he grabbed her and cried as she stood there holding him.

appear in the darkening sky. It was beautiful. Impossibly, breathtakingly beautiful. "What is this place?" I whispered, not wanting to break the serenity. "Somewhere quiet," Malachi said. "Somewhere away from everything else." He walked to the water's edge without hesitation and stepped directly in, still fully clothed or what remained of his clothing. The blood began to wash away immediately, turning the clear water around him pink, then red, then clear again as the current carried it downstream. I stood on the bank, watching as he ducked his head under, his hands scrubbing through his hair. The water ran dark with blood and gore, but he didn't seem bothered. He moved with the same effici

He had an odd feeling that there was something he should know but for the life of him he couldn’t remember what that was. Dezrael stood on the patio of the Sinclair house and watched Malachi as he walked upstairs. She walked through the open patio doors and looked at the photographs on the bureau. ‘So this is what you look like,’ she thought to herself as she saw Malachi, the man that had just gone upstairs, Karani, the half witch, and Kiran Sinclair.

Talk to her. Jordan was restless. His head turned left and right searching for her and Malachi smiled, “Have you tried the waterfall? I might have seen her jump or something…” Malachi shrugged. Jordan didn't waste time and shifted right in front of Malachi before he took off. Malachi's smile dropped instantly. He frowned, “This is interesting.” He watched the giant black werewolf with calculating eyes. Finally, the pieces of the puzzle clicked together. His theory was right. “I know just what to do.” He murmured to himself and followed in Jordan's direction.

"And we do it all while knowing that Malachai is watching. Waiting for us to make a mistake he can exploit." "No pressure," Damon said dryly. Despite everything, Eve smiled. "When has anything about my life been low-pressure?" "Fair point," Silas acknowledged. Raphael moved to stand beside Eve, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder....the same gesture he'd made at the ward line, grounding and supportive. "Malachai made a critical error today," he said quietly. "What error?" Eve asked.

Tricc concluded with a knowing smirk, prompting displeased groans from his Betas. "Sure, as if we don't already know who will return triumphant with the largest kill," Rafe chuckled. Every full moon, Tricc would announce the same rule, and without fail, he would claim the largest prey. Malachi, on the other hand, would either fall asleep, embracing a tree, leading to a search mission once the hunt concluded, or he would be discovered admiring the glimmering river, captivated by the melodious flow of its waters. It seemed fitting for Malachi to revel in nature like an old man engrossed in his daily tasks. And who could blame him? Raising four pups was undoubtedly a challenging task. Rafe felt

Not until I finish this. I move like a shadow, my breath shallow, senses sharp. The trail is faint, but I follow the scent of his blood. He's slower now. He must be hurt - badly, judging by the amount of blood. I'm gaining on him. Malachai fled the battlefield like the coward he is. He left his army there to die alone. I can still hear them - those children, screaming out his name. Begging him to save them. He turned his back on them and left them there like they were nothing more than tools to be used in his war against the wolves.