Malakai Mitchell Novels & Stories

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

"Good afternoon Mr. Stephan, I'm Drake Lockhart. Moira's mate." She's been away just for twelve days, and came home with her mate. An alpha, and a royal, while she didn't even realize that she isn't a mere human. Sabrina's jaw dropped. "Mate?" Moira is clearly confused. "I need a word with you, Mr. Lockhart," I said, tried my best to look as intimidating as possible while boring my eyes to his. He gave me a nod. "Sure, Sir." I walk to the direction of the elevator, intended to bring the boy to my office for some questions and threats, but stopped after realized that Moira is tailing after us.

She aforementioned, sardonically. Drake stopped walking and glanced at her. “They had their vacation until I let them back in my house. You’re my slave, so do not defy my commands,” he answered coldly before walking out of the maid’s room. After failing twice, Drake put her in the maid’s room. Emily went back to bed, but Leia interrupted her thoughts. ‘Get up, Emily. The Alpha King is getting pissed right now,’ she informed. ‘Let him. I don’t care,’ bluntly she replied.

“It was Ariel, she was about to eat the leftovers.” “She's pathetic, and she will finally die of hunger!” Ariel heard the head maid say, as she sniffled in her tears and jerked her head back in a bid to stop the tears that were threatening to fall. She made a loud sniffle, rinsing the plate, when the head maid’s words caused her to stay frozen to a spot. “Everyone, I have pleasant news to share with you. I am glad to inform you that our master and our one and only Alpha, Alpha Damien, would be coming back from his trip.” The servants squealed and squeaked in excitement, but the only person who was unhappy about his return was Ariel, who gulped a spittle. Her jaw clenched, with her heart poun

She remembered pushing her childhood friend Justin off this swing that she had sat on. She remembered being dominant in her days of childhood and how she was the playground master. 'White lita' they used to call her after one if the greatest female professional wrestlers 'Lita' who was well known for her ruthless skills in the wrestling ring. They added the 'white' because of her hair colour. She remembered how she would clime on top of tables and body slam anyone who would cross her. Where did that strong little girl dissapeared to? She wondered. She might have been small but she was never pushed around for her white hair or her weird name 'Year'. Why did my parents name me 'Year'? she woul

“Dominic, princess.” END OF FLASHBACK

My steps are quick toward the exit when I stop still and pivot on my own feet. "Oh, by the way..." I spin on my own feet, facing my mate again. "I, Malia Backer, future Luna of the Red Stone pack, reject you, Joshua Brown, as my mate." He stares at me in shock, placing his hand on his chest, screaming, squeezing his eyes shut. His breathing is erratic, and he falls to his knees in the Alpha's office. "What have you done?" He shouts, glaring at me. "How could you? What right do you have?"

Andrei's tone dropped into that calm register he always used when shit was about to go sideways. "Are you alone?" "Alisa left for her shift." Malakai's vision grayed at the corners. "I'm... I'm slipping. I think I'm about to pass out...but not...not really." "Fuck. Okay. Listen to me. Stay on the line. Don't hang up. I'm eight minutes out. If you’re standing, can you sit down? Lie down on the floor if you have to." Malakai's knees buckled almost on command. He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the bath mat, his back pressed to the cabinet. Standing in the first place was a huge risk. Worse, he couldn’t remember leaving his wheelchair.

"The Ghost returns to her haunts. And she brought a King with her." ​Julian’s grip on my waist tightened until it was borderline painful. I felt the low, dangerous rumble start in his chest before he even spoke. ​"Step aside, Malakai," Julian growled. ​Malakai. The name taste like ash. He was a High-Alpha of the London Underground, a man I had done business with during my third year as a "Ghost." He was the only man who had ever come close to figuring out how I masked my scent. And he was the man who had offered me a "new throne" when he found me bleeding in an alleyway three years ago.

It was thick, wet, and thoroughly unbothered by his immortal pedigree, which meant every single step he took resulted in a loud, incredibly degrading squelch. He was supposed to be a terrifying global tycoon. He was supposed to be the brilliant, modern apex predator who had successfully leveraged shell companies, mercenary armies, and high-tech tracking arrays to corner his obsolete brother. He wanted so badly to be the ultimate, untouchable villain—a "billy bad" whose name made the supernatural underworld tremble. But the cold, hard, embarrassing truth was that Malakai was the most profoundly immature immortal to ever walk the earth. "Worthless... peasant... old... kitchen hag," Malakai mut