Malcolm Bright Novels & Stories

Malcolm body jerked, his eyes rolling back in his head as he stumbled against me, pulling me down with his weight. We collapsed on the gravel, his hands still shielding my head. My arms wrapped around him still unable to process the situation as I felt warmth on his back. "Malcolm? Malcolm!" I lifted my head as the van door slammed and the tires screamed. The world blurred. They had shot Malcolm. My hands scrambled around him frantically, shaking him and screaming his name. I pressed my trembling fingers to his pockets and found my phone. I called 911, unable to keep my voice steady as I explained to the operator.

“Damn that son of a b1tch!” Zach and Malcolm watched in shocked as blood trickled down Alex’s back. Zach looked and saw that some of her scars had split open again. He squatted behind Alex and assisted Damon in making sure it was done properly. “My men are on their way back,” Malcolm informed after looking at the dead man. He looked up when he saw his men approaching them. “I don’t think he’s working here. I’ll do a run through check of the area with my men and let you know.”

He had every right to be upset with her for what she had done, but none of us were thinking clearly at the time. Malcolm transformed into a panther, raced around the cabin, and vanished. We stopped chasing him once he reached the tree line. I wasn't about to go in there with the Death Stalker's sharp teeth and claws. I had previously witnessed him in action. I didn't want to see it any longer. A loud shriek rang out from the woods. "Malcolm!" I yelled. We bolted into the woods. Malcolm was a powerful panther, but he wasn't invincible. As we got closer, a terrifying scene played out. Malcolm was standing over a limp body, his chest heaving, and blood dripping from his fangs. I could only assu

“Still acting like you can keep her out of rooms.” Winnie snapped, “Who are you?” Malcolm ignored her. His voice stayed aimed at Scott. “You should turn on the news.” Freeda’s skin chilled. “What did you do?” Malcolm’s smile sharpened into something brighter. “Nothing illegal. Nothing dirty. Just loud.” Scott’s jaw tightened. “Say it.” Malcolm sounded pleased to be asked. “I am going on record in twenty minutes. I am going to correct the story.” Freeda laughed once, dry. “Correct it for whom?”

The director was very happy that his TV broadcast was getting an exclusive interview, which even other TVs couldn't get ”I don't believe I can meet you in person” Gavin says to Malcolm reach out his hand smiled proudly Malcolm smiled with his charisma, making everyone in the room admire him “Nice to meet you, I'm Malcolm Overby, thank you for inviting me, it's an honor for me, this is my wife " Diane just rolled her eyes, listened to Malcolm, but not for anyone else to see, Malcolm introducing Alicia to Director firth, Gavin then told team leader David lee, that today's News Night was specifically about Malcolm Overby, David gaping wanted to complain but was surprised, have no reason to refu

"Mila, am I really about to lose you?" I faced him, my eyes steady, and gave a calm nod. "The moment I signed those papers, you were history." A single tear traced Malcolm's reddened eye as he stammered, saying, "Mila, I messed up... I get it now, I really do..." "It's too late for apologies. Get out of here!" Theodore stepped in, a solid wall between Malcolm and me, his voice icy with warning. "Alpha Malcolm, you barged into my Bright Moon territory without a word to me. You even hurt my men. Leave now, or I won't hesitate to throw you down."

to accommodate Phoebe and even chat with her. Didn't he find her disgusting? Malcolm was overjoyed that Vanessa stood up for him. He looked at the floor, which had been mopped so clean that it sparkled, and spat on it. Then, he pointed at Blake and Flynn. "Heard that? You two are headed for destruction!" "Fuck you, Malcolm!" Blake couldn't take it anymore. "See ya, losers!" Malcolm was disheveled from being covered in coffee, but he still looked cocky as he strutted off.

The room was so dark that he could not make out anything inside it at all. Malcolm furrowed his brows as he slowly stepped in. "Why is it so dark in here?" Thud—! The door slammed shut behind him, and with another loud thud, all the lights in the room were turned on. The sudden burst of light was excruciating on his eyes, and Malcolm instinctively raised his arm to block out his eyes. Finally, after his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he lowered his hand. He was stunned by the scene before him. "You…"

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

"Fuck, Blake, that's not what I meant. Look, I get it... all these rogue attacks we've had these past few years and your mate being MIA is getting to you. But you gotta look at the bright side, Blake." "Bright side? And just what exactly is the bright side for you, Ty? That I lost meaningful men and loyal members to those fucking rogues? That I almost got you killed last time too, you remember Candice, your mate right? It was my fault she's dead too...Or what about the fact that my mate is somewhere out there not giving a shit to come back?" He hangs his sight, nodding slightly. I was so hoping he gets out so I can continue with my work.