Malachi Barton Now Novels & Stories

I shake my head to push those thoughts out of my head, there is no need crying over spilt milk. “Running away again?” A familiar baritone voice jolts me out of my thoughts and I turn around to see Malachi. He looks less intimidating than the last time I saw him this close. He had cut his long hair and had it in silver color just like Odette. I smile at the thought of that, this man will literally do anything for her. “I don’t see myself running” I try to make a joke but he doesn’t laugh, “congratulations by the way, I heard you have a son”

"You’re a terrible hider, Nina." Malachi’s voice was low, vibrating through the small room. I looked up to see him leaning against the doorframe. He had changed out of his suit into a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his chest, but he still looked every bit the powerful billionaire who held my life in his hands. "I’m just doing the laundry," I lied, gesturing vaguely at the piles of clothes I hadn't even touched.

Malachi. He sat alone at the far end of the bar, hunched over a glass of something dark and dangerous. His once commanding figure looked... faded. Greasy black hair hung over his eyes. His leather jacket was frayed at the sleeves, and the stubble on his face had grown into a full beard that didn’t suit him. He looked nothing like the ruthless Alpha who once terrorized half the territory. But I knew better. That feral fire – it was still in there. Smothered, maybe, but not extinguished.

Okay, next check is “Mary Barton 1800’s Dallas, TX” “Mary Barton passed peacefully January 15th, 1884, survived by her children Daniel Barton and Elizabeth Barton.” There we go! I kept looking for the mini Bartons. No other results for the kids. Strange. Well, I tried. I tried to find more about Anton Barton in the current day and didn’t see any results that stood out as Mr. Bitey either.

Malachi said as he turned towards his study. They all followed him inside and stood behind his chair as he opened the video. Adara gasped as she looked at him inside that right, beating the hell out of the other man. “He looks different,” she said and James touched her shoulder and then anger took over. “He’s bigger and meaner,” James murmured. “Why hasn’t he come home?” she asked angrily. “I don’t know, Adara, this seems to be what he’s doing with his time, fight nights all over California. He calls himself K,” Malachi said.

'Malac' slapped Luca on the back as they broke apart. Luca turned to Alissa. “Malachi, this is Alissa, the young lady I spoke to you about, Alissa, this is Malachi McBayn.” Alissa had to crane her neck to look at him. Malachi extended his hand to her, she shook it. His hands were rough and calloused. A neatly trimmed beard led to his dark ginger hair which fell to just below his shoulders. He looked to be in his late twenties, his friendly blue eyes met hers. “You are as bonnie as he said, it's lovely to meet ya, Alissa,” he said.

“Drink, drink, drink!” The chant rolled through the exclusive night club, voices bouncing off the walls, glasses clinking, lights flashing too bright. Malachi was in the middle of it, swallowing his twelfth shot like a champ. The second he slammed the glass down, the room erupted, cheers, claps, back slaps, someone whistling loud enough to pierce through the music. “You're a beast, man,” Jake said, wrapping his arm around Malachi’s thick neck. The guy actually blushed as he looked at Jake, cheeks flushed from booze or maybe from Jake himself.

Malachi declares, staring at me with admiration. Malachi hovers over me. I run my hands down the back of his shirt to the hem, then pull his shirt off, dragging my nails softly along his skin. He shivers at my touch. I force Malachi to a standing position and stare at his bare chest, taking in every single intricate tattoo on his skin. I grab his belt, unbuckling it slowly, looking up at him while licking my lips, letting him know my intentions.

It was him. She opened the door to find Malachi leaning against the frame. He wasn't in his work clothes; he was wearing a tight black t-shirt that stretched across his massive chest and dark jeans that hung low on his hips. He looked like a wolf standing at the door of a sheepfold. "Malachi? What are you doing here? My mother is going to be here in ten minutes," Lauren whispered, her heart leaping into her throat.

"We just lost Kaida. I'm not losing another family member." Malachi scoffed, his eyes flashing with irritation. "I got shot with silver," he revealed, his voice low. My body went rigid, my protective instinct flaring to life. "Location, brother," I demanded, my voice cold. Malachi raised an eyebrow. "You think I couldn't handle myself? I already handled it." I narrowed my gaze. "Have hunters invaded Crystal Falls now?" Malachi's expression turned guarded, his eyes shuttering. "I was out of town," he emphasized, his irritation becoming more pronounced.