Malcolm In Empire Novels & Stories

*** "What are you doing here? Where's Emmett? Isn't he with OmniSphere Group? Dude's got a helicopter—he's letting you do this?" Malcolm's eyes flicked to the badge on my chest. Stone-cold. Lumi latched onto his arm, all fake-sweet. "Did he dump you? Yikes. Since you ditched my family, you've hit rock bottom. Working retail in a place like this? Girl, if you begged, maybe I could've convinced Malcolm and the fam to toss you a pity gig." I didn't even blink. Malcolm suddenly jerked away from her, voice sharp. "Can you not? She's still your sister."

“Dante is unpredictable. He’s always been reckless; however, recently? He’s been desperate.” Adrian’s focus sharpened. “Why?” Malcolm smirked. “Because he’s losing.” Leila frowned. “Losing what?” Malcolm’s gaze shifted to her, amused. “His control.” He exhaled. “Dante built his empire on fear. But fear has a limit. People are starting to doubt him.” Adrian tapped his fingers on the table. “And my father?” Malcolm’s amusement faded slightly. Then—“He’s alive,” Malcolm stated plainly. “But Dante won’t keep him that way for much longer.”

" Malcolm interrupted Debbie angrily. Malcolm's dark eyes didn't show the slightest bit of warmth. His facial features were gorgeous and cold and his coldness made people want to retreat. He glanced at Velma. The words that he almost blurted out were forced back into his heart. Velma stood at the side and did not dare to say a word. Malcolm was born with a sense of oppression and Velma was most afraid of it. It could also be said that her fear came from the inferiority in her heart because she was not the biological daughter of the Remington family.

No introduction. No theatrics. Just Malcolm Lancaster, seated in what looked like a simple concrete room. No insignia. No visible guards. A single camera feed. He looked healthier than he had in any of the older footage. Sharper. Colder. But not angry. He began like a teacher at a lecture. “There’s a question I’ve asked myself for twenty years.” “Who survives the collapse of an empire?” A pause. Then: “Not the strongest. Not the purest. Not even the best prepared.”

“Silverblood is under Lumen authority. Any act of rebellion is an act against me.” Fear rippled openly now. “If this happens again,” Malcolm said coldly, “my response will not be merciful.” Silence fell like a blade. “You may think yourselves forgotten,” he finished. “You are not. Behave accordingly.” Eris pov I imagined his head on the ground, imagined Davina kneeling, and begging. My vision burned red as Malcolm spoke, as the pack bowed. Rage clawed at my ribs, begging to be unleashed. I forced it down. It would be reckless if I acted now.

the Emperor continued for a little while in vain and then spoke in a rather small voice " facing my crotch and you say that I'm over exaggerating?" Chelsea whirled her neck so fast at Malcolm's direction that Rogue winced at the impact beside her - but she didn't care about her neck right now . Did Malcolm really fell right in front of the Emperor 's groin ? When The Emperor was dressed in an open end night gown - Oh God , no ! really please tell her this was a joke .

And me being the Snoopy bastard I was, I had read through his mind, and discovered he was curious about the relationship between Emily and me. Also, about her pregnancy. “Malcolm, the pack warrior, is at the palace already. If you really wish to talk to him about what happened, I think you’d have to do it now.” Chad said. Without responding to him, I stood to my feet and stepped out of the room. I wasn’t interested in talking to Malcolm, I was only interested in inflicting him with the same amount of pain he had inflicted on Emily. *** “Fúck! Please believe me. I'd never do anything to hurt her!” Malcolm yelled.

"It’s business." Malcom took a slow step forward, masking his frustration behind that carefully curated exterior. "Isn’t it unlike you to play hero, Vladislav? Step aside before this gets messy." I let out a soft breath, amused. Malcom had spent years ensuring that no one had leverage over him. He moved people like pieces on a chessboard, discarding them when necessary. He had built an empire on careful, deliberate strategy. And yet, the moment something unpredictable happened—something he didn’t control—he resorted to threats.

He had turned away then, a Beta with a secret that could get him executed, and began the slow, agonizing climb to the High Council. --- Present Day Back in the apartment, Malcolm’s phone chimed. It was a notification from an unknown number. He swiped to see the photo of Lucien Varkas and Katalina on the balcony—the very flash Lucien had dismissed as a pool reflection. Malcolm smiled, a cold, predatory expression. "Welcome home, Genesis," he whispered to the empty room. "Let’s burn the empire down."

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."