Malcolminthemiddle Intro Novels & Stories

The daycare was closed to keep the pups on more secure floors. Melody was recovering in his condo with David and her own security detail. He and his best men were headed for a meeting with the alpha of the Crimson Nights. They needed to talk. After all, they’d gone through growing up. Starting a war with him seemed wrong. What had Calvin snapped up neutral territory like this? Now the threats to have Melody returned to the neutral zone. Malcolm could only guess at what or else meant. Malcolm studied the message and even though it came from an email address Malcolm knew belonged to Calvin, the words just didn’t fit the man.

I asked. He hesitated, but I pushed my claw in deeper, grabbing on his arms, pulling hard. "Argh! Stop! Please just stop!" He pleaded. " If you want me to, then you better start talking!" I warned. "They said his name is Malcolm, a powerful sorcerer from the south! They said he was so powerful he could hide himself under the shadows of the night, so no one would know when he would attack. He always caught his victims unaware." He paused, then continued.

“Its fine though, i know i may not have that thing that Malcolm has but he’s on his way and would be here any mome-” Lucas didnt get to finish as Malcolm round up the corner in a neat white dress shirt tucked into the dark blue pants he had on. His hair was neatly styled to the side and his eyes were covered by tinted glasses which made him look like a professor, a really hot professor. “What are you guys doing here?” I said hiding the strain in my voice as i turned my attention back to Lucas.

Malcolm's voice is carefully neutral. I search my memory, trying to piece together the fragments. "We traveled for about a week. Made camp each night. Tracked the wraith's signature. Prepared for the confrontation." I pause, frowning. "But I can't remember specific conversations. Can't remember what we talked about around the campfire or during the day's travel. It's like someone took an eraser to everything personal and left only the tactical details." "Memory magic is unpredictable," Malcolm says, but there's something in his voice. Something he's not saying.

"If this is real—if there are more—" "But is it actually real?" Malcolm pressed again, his voice sharper now, laced with the skepticism of an Alpha who'd learned the hard way not to trust anything that seemed too good to be true. "We're standing in the middle of a clearing that was supposed to have a barrier under construction, but instead we got a surprise party. Now suddenly we're finding extinct miracle berries? Forgive me if I'm not ready to carve the celebration into stone yet."

Kael The palace hadn’t stopped shaking. Even after the tremors faded, the walls still hummed — not with fear, but with recognition. Like they remembered something old. Something divine. Something dangerous. Malen arrived at dawn, his cloak streaked with soot, his eyes too bright for comfort. He bowed low before speaking. “It’s begun.” I didn’t need to ask what he meant. The golden scar across the horizon still burned from the night before — a wound in the sky that refused to fade.

I say in a seductive tone. "Uh huh." He nods. "I would sit on your dick and start to ride..." He bites onto his lip. "Then I strangle you to death or pick your neck up and put you in a chokehold until you die." I smile. His excitement disappears. "Landing in thirty." Says a voice over the intercom. Malcom turns away from me and keeps reading his magazine. Now Jingle Bell Rock is playing. Malcom doesn't know it, but he's torturing me by making me listen to this shit.

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.”

Malik grimaced, walking slowly towards Melinda. “I was never a part of a scheme to murder anyone.” Melinda blurted. She stood up, and she instinctively took some steps. "So, tell me, what was it that Lucca was talking about?” Malik questioned in a rather calm tone. The thought of what Malik was capable of doing sent more shock waves down my spine. His voice seemed to echo through the room, making it feel even more intimidating. I felt my body tense up, and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through me. I knew I had to be strong and not let him sense my fear, but it was hard to control; I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself, but his presence alone was too intimidating.

I asked as we continued our journey down the long pathway and closer to the broken, ruined house, chatter from inside getting louder the closer we got. “You’re about to see.” Was all Malcom smiled as he reached up and knocked four times in a weird like code sequence before he reached for the handle and forced the door open, the old wood seeming to scuff up the flooring causing resistance. “It’s Malcom, I have the Luna Iris with me!” He called inside as though he was giving them a heads up so they wouldn’t attack, before he walks in, indicating me to also walk in behind him. Scanning the area as though someone else was going to pop out, I do as I was instructed and begin to take my first step