Malachi Barton Now Novels & Stories

“I was so angry — the way she booted us out — I wanted to make an example of her before finishing the job. I used a burner to coax her to that warehouse. It was her property; no one would suspect—” “Do you hear yourself?” Britney hissed. Samuel’s smile froze. “What do you mean—this?” “She survived,” Britney snapped. “And Barton’s on her. Do you understand what that means? He’s not just some rich nuisance—he’s a war machine. Your little arson backfired. Richard Barton’s men are looking for you. The police have been breathing down Marc’s neck since yesterday. You set a fire on her property and you think that’s anonymous?”

"Oh, I forgot to mention—Mal's back from Europe. He finished his business degree at Cambridge and now he's taking over his father's company." "Congratulations," I said mechanically, still unable to look away from Malachi. "Thanks," Malachi replied, his eyes never leaving mine either. Adrian walked over to the bar cart, pouring himself a drink. "He's staying here for the next three days while he apartment hunts. I know I should have asked first, but honestly, I forgot he was coming today until he texted me this morning." Three days. Three days under the same roof as the man I'd been running from for four years.

"Malachi Jackson, from today, your title as the beta of Blood moon pack has officially been withdrawn from you. And from today onwards, you're no longer a member of this pack. I cut all ties with you." Malachi slowly rose from the floor, removing the invisible specs of dust on his cloth, then he stood upright, staring directly at me like we were in some kind of silent battle. "This should be the last time I set my eyes on you, Malachi" I managed to keep my voice low, "The next time I see you, I won't spare you. Hailey won't be there to plead on your behalf." Malachi chuckled humorlessly, "This won't be the last interaction I'd have with you and your girl toy. Mark my words, Carter."

Outside, Franklin turned back towards the house and looked at the place where he once lived with his wretched wife. Malachi sat down at the table and stared off into the distance remembering the night he made one of the biggest mistakes of his life. “You don’t look so happy to be here.” The young girl looked longingly at Malachi. “Obligations.” Malachi emptied his glass and put the key card down on the counter where she looked at it. “Well, goodnight then, maybe I’ll see you later.” Alexandra left Malachi at the bar and he ordered another drink. He had stopped counting how many drinks he’d had. He just wanted to forget and be done with this night.

Mala shouted at Bartolo as she ran toward him, luring the ironclad beetles. Bartolo heard her call and saw the beetles behind her. Bartolo gathered his strength into his arms and prepared to attack. Despite being from the same species, they didn’t seem to be as strong as Noso because Mala’s attacks scratched them a bit. Nonetheless, Bartolo launched a full power attack at them. His fists collided with one of them and he kept the momentum going until he smashed the beetle into the ground. Bartolo grabbed the other beetle by the head and tore it off its torso like it was paper.