Malakai Mitchell Novels & Stories

"It seems that the Lancaster madness was amplified in him." "Hana," I gasped, my eyes growing wide. "She had to have done this." "That’s right." Silas agreed, "It seems we now know what her motive was for finding her way to Vince’s side." "But why?" "What is this?" Gray growled, stopping any further speculation between me and Silas. "And who the hell is this man?" "Vince Lancaster, sir." Seth responded, "Alpha of Midnight Rose." "Alpha," Gray repeated in disgust. "What kind of alpha behaves this way?"

“Besides, after this, I do not think Liam will want to spend the night with me, and I was strictly told to leave him alone. Not my nephew knows of our dealings here, but he is rather fond of Liam in his own twisted ways.” Malak’s chuckling annoys me, but what has me even more frustrated are his words. “I don’t give two shits who knows about my bed preferences. It's not like I am strictly gay. It's just that Kain happens to be male. This scummy blackmailing doesn’t work on me,” I hiss out my reply. I don’t know who Malak is talking about, but I know he is right on one bit of information. I don’t and will never sleep with him. Especially after this.

"The pack will find out about this, and they will hunt you down." Maximilian paused for a moment, savoring the taunt. "Ah, the fearless Alpha, still clinging to hope," he sneered. "But your pack won't find you in time. They're powerless against me." As Maximilian drew closer, a sudden burst of energy surged through Killian. The primal instincts of an Alpha fighting for survival coursed through his veins, overpowering the pain. With a surge of determination, he mustered his remaining strength and snapped the weakened chains, freeing himself from the tree.

Deven adjusted his posture, tensing his body as he looked towards the trees. Stepping out from the shadows, Malakai's appearance was reminiscent of a dark ripple against the gray sky. He glided with the usual disconcerting elegance, his face impossible to interpret. However, today he seemed to have a certain edge to him that was not present before. He exuded the demeanor of someone aware that he was on the verge of altering the path of history, regardless of others' opinions. Malakai's voice, barely audible like a whisper on the wind, carried the weight of inevitability. He came to a stop right before reaching the altar, his gaze darting to Amora briefly before resting on Deven. "It is now t

He stopped in the center of the room, and all our eyes fixed on him like a net closing in. “State your name,” Cass commanded. The man flinched. “Ma—Malakai,” he stammered. Cass glanced at me, and I gave him a short nod to continue. “Malakai, come sit,” he ordered. Malakai’s eyes flicked up for the briefest moment before darting down again. He walked with slow, uneven steps, a faint limp in his left leg catching my attention. He lowered himself into the chair opposite me, with Cass at my left and Nick and David on my right.

"You sure?" The stranger laughed. "That's what everyone online recommended." "Tourist," the bartender muttered, though he looked amused as he poured a small measure into a shot glass. The man turned to me and offered a hand. "The name's Malakai, and definitely not a tourist like he said.” “You do know your drink.” My voice was barely above a whisper, but somehow he heard what I had said and gave a smile. “Not really.” Then he leaned towards me. “I did research before coming here, and they're famous for their devils springs.”

From that time, they all knew I was a mateless werewolf, so they arranged my marriage with Mercylle, a princess from the Red Blood Throne. For a time, I thought I wasn’t worthy of being the Alpha King. Being a mateless werewolf meant you don’t have power, so it made me think I was weak. But now I realized that the reason I was mateless from that time was because my supposed true mate wasn’t born yet. Here she is, the beautiful and gorgeous Calista Caitlynn is my mate. “You called me, your grace.” All my thoughts ran dry when Mellisandrei entered my cabin along with Laurence beside him.

he said, making his last words clear. Anything that didn’t concern my Lila didn’t interest or excite me, but I couldn’t stand up and leave. I was stuck in the bathtub, forced to listen to whatever he had to say. “Malakai is doing well. He’s responding smoothly to all his drugs, and he can finally work. He needs a few more rounds of physiotherapy, then he’ll be back to representing the pack in global games again,” Rhodes said with a knowing smirk, clearly trying to get a reaction out of me.

I became a stalker for several days and nights just to know what Maddix Villaranza does every night and day. Maddix Villaranza—that is his name. He is 27 years old and loves going to a bar at night; this is the reason why I dressed like this. I'm going to a bar that I know he's going to tonight. I also heard that he doesn't trust anyone and that it's hard to get his trust, so I'm sure I'll have a hard time winning his heart and trust, but even so, I'll do everything to win it. No one can stop me from getting my revenge on that fvcking CEO of VICL.

I tell him “You are taking time this time, Ric. Can you find him or do I need to ask Maliah’s grandma for help finding someone?” “Her grandmother? What does she know about hunting rats?” Ric's voice was forced as he spoke and I knew he felt offended that I was insinuating he was inefficient and he hated that more than anything else. “Maliah is an Ishii, man.” I confessed, running my hand down my face. “A fucking what now?” He scoffed but I could tell he was amused. “I know” I laughed “Crazy, right? After telling myself you’ll be the only crime-related asshole I’ll ever acquaint myself with”