Malia Spells Novels & Stories

As she glared at Johannes her glowing blue eyes intensified as if she was staring at something so killable. “Lalia, you go find Lista, bring her to me or don’t come back at all,” Johann ordered Lalia. “Jeez, that’s so harsh,” said Lalia as she slowly exited the board. Monma did not easily let Lalia go; she suddenly threw a spell towards her, a ball of smoke engulfed Lalia. Slowly the gray smoke changed to red. There was not a single squeak that escaped from Lalia. Whether it was because she could take the spell easily or she was rendered speechless immediately, it was a sudden death or she was unable to speak.

This girl is so crazy. "Well, it's settled then see you soon, Princess." "See you soon." I replied and ended the call then prepared myself to hear Malia's high pitched scream which will happen in three… two… one… "Aaaaaaaa!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, making me cover my ears and wait until she was done. God, she has the energy of a three years old child. "Yeeees bitches, I'm going to meet Raymond Dalton and his siblings." She started putting on some make-up while listening to Taylor Swift's Shake It off which is a song we both love.

she bit her bottom lip and quivered lightly before nodding. Bang! Bang! Bang! Ever so often Malia would get hit by Mr. Seghal and go flying in the air. No matter how banged up she got she stood back up and went again and again determined not to give up. Every offence and defence were different each time. To every onlooker they could see that Malia was getting better every time she got back up. Mr. Seghal was not going easy on her. Not long after someone joined in on their sparring. Aaliyah’s eyes widened, “Is that… is that Becca?”

Toloefretus sighs, leaving the podium for me. I clasp my palms "Feki sa mon tua elon kizo!" A wand appears in my hands. "Tsk. Too easy! and she still had to recite the spell." Someone hollers from the back. The class erupts in series of laughter, making Glinda to cower her head in embarrassment. Eros shifts uncomfortably as Ketura minions' giggle excitedly. "You can do it Hermione, you can do it." I tell myself, inhaling before pointing my wand towards the dried flower.

"Don't be stunned that we knew, my eyes are everywhere," Jett stared back at her. "Who are you?" "Finally you inquired. My name is Malia, most know me as Mahalia, the younger sister of Alpha Xavier" she smirked at his stupefied expression. Finally, some reaction, and she wasn't left in the lurch. "Why haven't I heard about you once?" "How can you when no one mentions the reason why they all turned out the way they did!" She responded, going over to her throne.

I hugged her picked her up off the ground and planted a kiss on her cheek, I knew she was confused but this was urgent and I teleported with her to the room where the cell was. ****** Toffe Connor and Malia wrapped in and I filled them in on what was going on, Malia apologized, she just wanted to help him so she removed the barrier blocking the ring from being removed, something Vivianne had thought her. She was a strong witch, I could feel it, I guess there was a lot we didn't know about Malia, she was half pixie and wolf from her mother's side but her dad was a warlock. I guess that is what drew her to Vivianne and why she was adopted by her, Vivianne loved anything with power, she was a c

A year later, Malia was now fully aware of her powers, and no, she didn't practice safe magic. Her favorite pastime was turning the maids into any animal of her choice. Her mother would have to yell and yell before she released her suspect. One time, she went too far and completely drained the life out of one of the maids. She would have run if I hadn't chanted a spell that kept her rooted in one place until she confessed what she did.

For a second, there was only silence. Then Malia rushed forward. Her beautiful face was twisted with anger. “How dare you!” she shrieked, pointing a finger at me. “You little mute witch! How dare you strike him! You are nothing! You are–” I did not let her finish. My hand swung again. This time it was for her. SLAP! The sound was even louder. Her head snapped to the side. She stood there, her hand on her cheek, her mouth hanging open in pure shock.

I heard my princess' voice when I was doing the touch-ups of the Puja hall with mum and chachi. "Chachu!" I dropped the lights aside and went to Alia who was standing on the last stair in her floral dress and she was looking so cute with the white headband. But what made me frown was her eyes brimming with tears. I rushed to her and picked her up in my arms. "What happened Sweetie? Why are you crying?" I asked whilst wiping her tears. "There's a lizard in my room! And it is scaring me." She said but her voice cracked at last. I clenched my jaw. I can't see my princess crying.

Intrigued and cautious, I pushed it open, revealing a scene that left me bewildered. There, lying on the couch amidst an array of guns, was Malia, fast asleep. Her delicate features were softened in repose, and her breathing was calm and steady. I couldn't help but feel a surge of both amazement and concern. How had she ended up here? The room was locked, and she couldn't have gained access without my knowledge. It seemed she had a knack for finding herself in unexpected places and at unexpected events. Stepping closer, I marveled at the sight before me. It was as if she had a magnetic pull, drawing me into her world of unpredictability. Her presence was a constant surprise, a spark of life