Malia Spells Novels & Stories

Didn't want to break whatever spell had let her finally stop running. Instead, I just watched her. Memorized the way her lashes cast shadows on her cheeks. The small scar on her collarbone I'd asked about once and she'd deflected. The way her lips were slightly parted, still swollen from last night. She was beautiful. Not in the obvious way. Not like Rhianna with her calculated perfection and designer everything. Mali was beautiful in the way real things were beautiful. Flawed. Complex. More interesting the closer you looked.

I was mid spell practicing channeling magic through movements like Alexandria had shown me when a pressure slammed into me that wasn't magic. “Did you feel that?“ Caspian, Richard and Jasper's head snapped up immediately. “Down!“ I dropped without arguing this time. The earth rippled beneath us as leaves scattered, Jasper already started growling. “That's not a strigoi” Maria rippled. “I know” Caspian said with a flat voice. “Lyra” Alexandria said sharply, stepping in front of me as her staff was planted on the ground. “Don't reach for it, it's a trap”

Elizabeth said worriedly "Mum, is it a must, what is there to prove again when people don't believe me at all, the people I call friends betrayed me," Malia scoffed and used her duvet to cover herself properly. "Malia, who cares about that remember that you are the daughter of Morgan Stewart," Elizabeth said. "Mum...," "Get up and dress for school darling," her mum dragged her out of the bed to the room. "Don't worry, Moris is preparing your favorite," She added

Well, that was not the complete truth. “You wanted to trap Silas with a baby that was not his. At the end of the day, you are also shameless like me, Maliah” Blair cackled and turned to Silas with a satisfied smirk. “Didn’t I tell you she was a pretentious bitch? Malia Thompson is a despicable person” She hissed. “Baby, I'm going to give you to Uncle for a bit, okay,” I whispered in Ronan’s ears and he leaned up to look at me.

He read the contents of the book and suddenly spoke. "No! What did you do to my daughter, Connor? Since she turned 18 years old again because of you, I won't waste this opportunity, I'll just enroll her at Grass University. I won't let her participate no matter what happens. I love this child. " From the book, he looked at me, "yes she's smart, but I won't let her participate in the royal Maharlika Spelling TwistBee competition. Why her? Oh Lord, I hope Connor is aware of what he did." He did the sign of the cross and whispered something in the air.

If we failed here, the morale of our people would shatter. In a desperate move, I called upon the power of the relic. Its energy surged through me, amplifying my abilities but also draining me rapidly. The rogue sensed the shift and redoubled his efforts, his attacks growing more ferocious. Just as I felt myself reaching my limit, Lila unleashed a powerful spell that immobilized the rogue. "Now, Emily!" she shouted. "Finish this!" Drawing upon the last reserves of my strength, I delivered a decisive blow. The rogue staggered, his form flickering as the shadows around him dissipated. With a final, anguished cry, he collapsed, the light in his eyes fading.

Mila’s POV “Any news on Malia?” I asked my maid. "Nothing, your majesty,” she bowed. "Oh, Malia, where could you be?" I flopped down on the bed and let out a deep sigh. The spell was to be done, but Malia has been absent. She was supposed to be here. Did the Alpha of the Nexton pack find out? Was she in trouble? A million thoughts ran through my mind. “What of the werewolf, the one that was sent to kill her?” I asked.

”You got this, Alpha, make the decisions, it’s okay,” I said and patted his arm before dragging Malia out of the house and onto the patio. ”What’s wrong?” I asked her when we sat down. Malia reached down into her pocket and picked up a square box. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand. ”I…I'm scared,” she said and smiled awkwardly. ”You’re gonna purpose to Amber.” I stated an obvious fact but I needed to grasp it by saying it out loud. ”How?” I asked her. Malia shrugged her shoulders. ”I have no idea, I want it to be epic, like her but also with all of you there because, well, you’re her family,”

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

Vivian asked, her confusion evident in her voice. With an eerie intensity, Malia raised her head, revealing eyes completely devoid of color—eyes that possessed an otherworldly quality. A witch. "Dökk eru augu þín og hugur þinn er skýjaðr." Malia chanted, casting a spell that immediately plunged Vivian into unconsciousness. Unbeknownst to Vivian, a wicked smile formed on Malia's face as she stared down at her unconscious victim, reveling in the success of her malevolent actions.