Malcolm Crawford Novels & Stories

Parker's P.O.V. "Parker, there isn't anything I can do besides be there," Malcolm said as he leaned against the front of his desk in the pack infirmary. Malcolm was an older wolf. He had specialized in medicine for decades, traveling around and assisting wolves injured during battle when he was younger before he settled down in our pack with his mate.

But what he said sounded real. As the wind picked up around them, Valerian gave a parting nod. “Be careful, Alexandro. This world is changing. The rules we’ve known no longer hold.” With that, he turned and walked away, his crimson robe billowing behind him. Alexandro stood in silence long after Valerian left. A new name. A new threat. Maeron. He repeated the name in his mind like a curse. If that was who had Serena… he’d burn every corner of the world to find him.

“So, what’s wrong? Why are you looking like a cat that got dumped in a basin of water?” “Afterwards, they stayed behind for drinks…..” “And by they, you mean?” Brian interrupted curiously. “Mr. McClain, the C.E.O and his personal assistant of course,” Malcolm answered, sending a glare in his friend's direction. “So, they stayed behind for drinks and we chatted. The man kept talking about his wife and children so much.” At first, Malcolm found it annoying how the man had started talking about his wife and children. Eventually, he started feeling some sort of admirable respect for the man. It was obvious the man loved his wife and they had a great family. Then, the respect slowly elapsed into

he grabbed my hand, "Can't we still be friends or something?" I pulled my hand back, "Whatever." ** I was home now, god today was awful, stupid Adam broke up with me and to top it off, I have fucking school tomorrow. This is fucking horrible. "Jade," my mum called, "Jonathan's here, come say hi." Jonathan's my older brother.

Carlos growled. “You see this is where you get it all wrong,” Malcolm said and collected the cheque from him and put it in his pocket. “If I didn’t collect this money from them, they would think that I was a snitch, and if I did they would trust the person that came to give them the information. I need to erase all doubt so they wouldn’t suspect you or me and as it is, I am their right-hand man now!" Malcolm raised his shoulder high and pointed at his chest.

“Why do you hate Arthur so much now? He used to be your role model for men. Mom, what happened?” “Sam, wake up! He is cursed and would be dead soon. You and I are very much aware of that.” “Is that why you and dad are gathering opposes to overthrow him?” “Look Sam, there are things that even you with all your wisdom wouldn’t be able to understand from an elder’s viewpoint. You must learn to switch things up when the time comes without being so emotional about it. Arthur Murray is doomed. Maxwell Murray is the new leader and we must embrace him now before it is too late.”

“I hope so, Grand Duchess. Because the realm needs you to succeed… I wish you success.” Then, as if remembering an old ache, he muttered with a tired shake of his head, “But my primary chaos is His Highness, the Crown Prince. He is off on one of his spontaneous disappearances again. He vanished last week. I’ve aged twenty years chasing after him. He never listens.” A soft chuckle escaped me, genuine this time. “Whenever he disappears like this, I‘ve heard he either returns with honor… or treasure. I wouldn’t worry too much.”

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Qyra couldn't hold back and said, "Gideon, you have to bring this monster to justice! He can't be allowed to continue harming innocent lives!" Malcolm burst into laughter. "Bring me to justice? Pretty girl, do you even know what you're saying? I am a half-transcendent! Do you even understand what that level means?" A low, chilling hum filled the air as Malcolm's energy erupted, whipping up fierce winds that rolled out in oppressive waves, pressing down heavily. Beside him, Harvey's heart raced in fear. But more than fear, he felt elation. The stronger Malcolm was, the more hope Harvey had of reclaiming his position in the family and garnering their respect.

I hurry toward them, clutching the car keys tightly. “I’m Racheal Matthews,” I introduce myself. “Someone called and asked me to come here.” They exchange glances before gesturing me to a bench nearby. I sit, my hands trembling in my lap. “We have some news,” one of them says as they sit beside me. I take a deep breath and turn to him, “What news?” I ask, my voice trembling but resolute. He clears his throat and leans forward slightly. This afternoon, “Jack Crawford succumbed to his injuries. He died from the burns.”