Novel Mala Novels & Stories

Surprisingly, a median tier creature might pose a threat but with enough preparation, collaboration and planning they could be dealt with. However, when a woman encounters a Malaka, the situation turns into something of a train wreck or the worst-case scenario. The instant Malaka senses the presence of a woman nearby, an extremely weird biogenic fluid secretes inside their brains. This triggers a reaction that creates a domino effect, inducing the Malaka into a state of paranoia. Unfortunately, this biogenic fluid inside their brain gives birth to an unstoppable rush that immediately morphs into a twisted carnal lust. The creature drowns under a stream of maddening degeneracy. This biologica

Malica stared at him with anger in her eyes. Malica was a dark skinned Mexican woman, she is the owner of the prostitution firm Alora was sold to. Malica was the mother of two girls, but her daughters passed way due to an unpleasant event were both of her daughters were brutally raped by a couple of unknown men, which attacked them. Malica is a saddiest which makes a living out of young girls, forcing them to sell their bodies to men. She believes it is a way of live as she was ones in the business. “He wants Alora!.” Malica finally said.

Understandably, Lemuel, Dolf, and Malia engaged in a spirited and animated conversation. When Alexander leaned down to kiss Jenny's hand, the trio turned to observe them entering the room, abruptly falling silent. Jenny approached Malia's bedside nervously while Alexander took a seat between Lemuel and Dolf, both wearing troubled expressions. Malia's delicate skin was covered in several bandages on her arms and legs, and while Jenny couldn't see any injuries beneath her clothing, she noted that a part of Malia's hair had been singed off in the fire. Malia's face bore a few scrapes, but thankfully, she had mostly escaped the incident unscathed. A small, one-inch scar marred the area just belo

Immediately became drowsy and she knew it she had already slept off. “ That should teach you to close your big mouth “the old woman said and walked away. 2 hours later Malia’s eyes opened. She still remember where she was although she had thought that that was a very bad dream but on sighting what looked like, magic potions on the table, with the large book she knew she was in deep shit. Is anyone there Maria screamed. Then she saw the old woman coming she was glaring at her. “ You don't shut up!” the old woman walked across to her and hit her on the head with something that looks like a candle stand. Malia immediately fainted. Then two huge half werewolf half men walk into the room.

Mal paused, looking at the sea for a moment before her eyes met Niki’s hazel ones once again, “Can you tell me what men like?” “What?” Niki furrowed her brows, looking intently at my sister as if she wanted to read her face. Mal took another large gulp of Mojito, “In the bedroom…” she murmured. “What? Wait, are you a virgin?” Niki gasped. “No,” Mal cast her eyes down and her voice was a few tones more somber.

"Very well, please follow me" I get up from my throne and lead out and they all follow after me, we walk through the palace and down towards the dungeon, Mali is a water elemental so she is placed in a fire cell so she is not able to escape. When we arrive the Gargoyles bow “your majesty” that is when Mali looks up, her hands instinctively goes to her swollen belly and she rises to her feet and storms over to the cell door but naturally she doesn’t touch it “how could you treat a she wolf with pup like this?! Where is my mate?!” I fold my arms “oh so now he’s your mate” “do you think I enjoyed sharing my mate with you? It was disgusting having him come to me and smelling you all over him so

“That’s dangerous.” She snarls and comes at him again, faster this time, ducking under his reach and landing a sharp elbow to his ribs. Ben grunts, surprise flickering across his face before he laughs. “There it is!” I smile despite myself. The fight goes on, Mala holding her own longer than most would expect. Ben never overwhelms her, never crushes her spirit—but he doesn’t go easy either. When it ends, both of them are breathing hard, Mala’s arms trembling with effort.

“I’m Ember of the Timber Coven. I’m here to speak with High Priestess Malaia,'' I told him. “Did she know you were coming?” he asked. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “Alright. Wait here,” he said politely. I nodded my head and stayed seated on my horse while he wrote a letter and sent it by currier spell to Malaia. We waited for a few minutes in comfortable silence before the paper came back to him. He grabbed it out of the air and read it, then motioned for the gates to be opened. We rode into the small village and dismounted right as the stable hands ran up to us. I handed my reins over to one of the young boys and started to step away from my horse when I looked up to see Malaia walking to

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was

They were no challenge when Mala had no reins holding her anymore. That was until a pair of beetles similar looking to Noso. Two giant ironclad beetles stopped her when Mala couldn’t cut through them at first. Knowing from Noso’s tough armour, these two must be pretty strong as well. They were not foes she could beat. And so she turned to her brother. “Brother, I need help!” Mala shouted at Bartolo as she ran toward him, luring the ironclad beetles.