Novel & Cerita Malakai Mitchell

I stood, ready to fight him. ​Malakai suddenly sat up with a smile at my threat. "Swords?" He lit up at the idea. He loved playing with fire. ​"No!" Silas and I both yelled at him. ​"You're both just mad I got the best of you." Malakai smiled to himself. ​"One little scar." Silas brushed the side of his eyebrow. ​"On your ugly face." Malakai spat back. ​"How's your ass looking?" Silas chuckled at him and Malakai clenched his jaw. He had a nasty scar three inches long across his left cheek.

Dominic instantly pushed me behind his back, his fully healed claws extending as a low, lethal growl vibrated in his chest. Through the frosted mist of the entrance, a solitary figure walked in. He didn’t wear tactical armor, and he didn’t carry a silver weapon. He wore the heavy, dark fur cloak of the Shadow Ridge Alpha, his silver hair glittering beneath the dim moonlight. A massive crescent scar cut across his left eye, mirroring the terrifying, brutal aura radiating from his frame. Malakai. The older brother looked at Dominic, then his black-ringed eyes slid over to me, a slow, drapieżny smirk stretching across his cruel, handsome face. He didn’t look angry; he looked absolutely ecstatic

The dozens of four legged security drones on the floor froze, their camera lenses flaring a solid, bright violet as they turned in unison to face the track bed where Kaden and Laila were hidden. "You are very predictable, my children," Malakai's voice echoed through the vault’s acoustic panels, a deep, dry whisper that carried a note of cold amusement. "You think like warriors who believe that a battle is won by crossing the field. You forgot that this entire mountain is my body. Every wire is my nerve, every camera is my eye." The reinforced glass door of the balcony slid open, and Malakai stepped out onto the metal platform, looking down at them with a cruel, unyielding smile.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.

This was not just an alpha and beta conversation, this was a friend's conversation. “She’s emotional,” he added. “This, this whole plan hinges on a girl who doesn’t even know who she really is.” “She knows enough,” I snapped, though even I heard the hollow edge in my tone. “She knows what I want her to know.” “She’s been pampered,” Mikhail pressed. “Isolated. Sheltered. She’s playing a dangerous game, and you’re wagering everything on her winning.” I poured myself a drink, ignoring the tremble in my fingers as I brought the glass to my lips. “She’s more capable than you think.”

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

That night was so good it hurts, and does it make me the bad person if I admit I want to do it again? I spot Malakai coming down the stairs, dressed in a button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. Damn it, this man is the epitome of hot and the worst part? He knows every part of it. He’s busy on his phone as he walks towards me. “Good morning.” I attempt to startle him, like look at me! But his green eyes hold mine in a steady gaze, the way he is looking at me....like I am the creator of his problems, but somehow, he doesn’t want me to stop.

But then again, I rarely ever knew why I mostly had to taste his wrath on a daily basis. “One thing that I want you to start learning about me, malyshka,” Alpha Killian said, closing the cap as he was done. He didn’t bother looking at me for a few seconds, but his voice sent shivers down my spine as he spoke, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart race as fear coursed through my veins at his cold tone, “I don’t like liars.” “Alpha…”

Emma's heart drops and her stomach fills with butterflies as she sees Damian in the back standing next to Blake. "I'm not Elena any more. My name's Selene. And, Keiran goes by Damian now. My hot hubby of course, doesn't go by Alarick, but Blake." Emma still standing in shock, her eyes locked on Damian as he slowly walks towards her as well. "But of course you'd ignore me to reunite with your man! Sure! I don't blame you. I did the same when I came back from the dead and reunited with mine. Locked ourselves in that damn room for days having sex! Why do you think I'm preggo now? And you're still ignoring me." She glances at them with a smile on her face.