Malcolm Bright Novels & Stories

"Malcolm, did you hear?! Malcolm? Malcolm, wake up, we have big news!" Alma's voice turned from excitement to panic. "Mr. Callahan!" She hollered for Peter and the group hug broke as they all hurried towards Maddie's room. Peter and the Prince were inside first to find Malcolm unresponsive. He had kneeled next to his sister and had his hands on his knees, it almost appeared as he was meditating and fell into a deep sleep. Peter approached the man first and put a hand on his shoulder "Malcolm, Christ he's burning up like Derek! Help me get him onto the bed next to Maddie." The Prince, who was standing in front of the women, hurried to grab the man's legs as Peter hooked his arms under Malcolm

Levi Malcolm Birth: 12 March 1988, England Only child. Son of David and Elizabeth Malcolm. Heir to the noble Malcolm family. The Malcolm family serves the queen. They are the "guard dogs" of the queen. Both fearless and trustworthy, no one suspects the Malcolm family for anything. Neither do they suspect the family of being their natural enemies. Till one day, the noble house has been burnt down into flames. The entire family was found dead and everyone mourned over their death. All bodies weren't retrieved and the queen had justified it was bandits' attempt to kill her starting from her "guard dogs" and therefore didn't investigate further.

I turned in time to watch one of the hunters, a woman this time, reach into a gap in her holster for her blade only to gasp and fall lifelessly to the floor. Her colleagues around her gave her a wide berth, as if she had caught something contagious, and only her sister rushed to her side, letting out a piercing wail as she did so. “See?” Malcolm said, calling my attention back to himself. “I can handle things here. Head out with your mother and I’ll be right behind you.” Looking back now, I could say that I hadn’t truly believed him at the time. The dark circles beneath his eyes and his trembling hands which he’d tried to hide though I noticed them anyway were a good giveaway.

They all looked at each other when they recognized the voice as Craig’s. “Take one more step near me Craig, I am going to kill you,” Sasha breathed when she heard her voice. Malcolm focused on the recording, all his attention was on it as he waited for the piece that would be useful to him. “No you won’t honey.” “Do you know what this is? It’s Colt.45 revolver,” Malcolm smiled when he heard that, “one single bullet from this would send you straight to hell. Have you heard about how famous it is?” They heard him chuckle, “do you know the owner? Don’t worry I will tell you, this belongs to one Mr. Michael Joseph Brown, does the name sound familiar?”

Daniel remained silent. Malcolm walked away from the damaged vehicle slowly before stopping near another black car parked nearby. “You know why weak people irritate me?” he asked without looking back at Daniel. “Because life does not pause simply because somebody is suffering somewhere.” Daniel listened quietly. “My wife is missing,” Malcolm continued coldly. “The media must not get hold of what is happening." His grip tightened slightly around the glass. “Yet I still wake up every morning handling everything because weakness solves absolutely nothing.”

The business needed me. The investigator’s voice cut through my reflections. "Malcolm resisted being separated from his brother. But his father threatened him with the lives of both Damian and their mother. Eventually, Malcolm had no choice but to comply. From the age of 13, he was raised to take over his father’s illegal businesses. He excelled in chemistry and learned how to manufacture drugs. Despite the separation, Malcolm retained a deep affection for his brother. He believed it was his fault he couldn’t protect Damian."

Sergio glanced at Malcolm and asked casually, "Malcolm, this is not like you. When did you learn to steal another guy's woman?" Malcolm frowned and looked at Sergio's indifferent expression. "Steal?" Malcolm's cold tone made Sergio frown. Sergio lowered his head and elegantly drank a mouthful of water. With a smile, he said, "Did I say something wrong? I can tell that Roland likes Ms. Chapman very much. Isn't what you did stealing?" Malcolm smiled coldly. The look in his eyes was strange. The warm light made his delicate and perfect facial features look more chiseled. Malcolm had a straight nose and thin lips. In addition to his bright eyes, he was strikingly handsome and refined.

“I was busy thinking about failing and dying and cursing you in my grave.” He went back to laughing again. And instantly I became more disgusted than I already was. “Your thoughts are not what we need for this mission now. Come on, free yourself from such imagination.” He hung his hand around my neck and we began to leave the tent. Malcolm was the most cheerful fellow you would ever know. There was never a red flag on him. He was perfectly fine in the eye but not in the mind. He killed on the spot, laughed at olives, and killed children. If not for the fact that we had known for a while, when we were still close friends, that black magic damaged a wolf, he would have resorted to that too.

The poor girl. Malcolm glared at the doctor who quickly went to work. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to anger this man who stood like the god of death. He could only silently pity whoever was behind this. Malcolm's aura turned ten times darker. He quickly turned to his men, “I want whoever is behind this to be presented to me in the next twelve hours.” He ordered before barging out of the room. He couldn’t believe he nearly killed his wife!!