Odysseus Novel Werewolf Malia Novels & Stories

Elodie screamed, her light surging as she tried to leap from the balcony. A Null-Wolf, smelling the raw, unrefined power of the child, broke from the main pack. It was a monstrosity of jagged shadow and red eyes. It leaped, jaws wide, aimed directly at Malakai’s head. Malakai didn't flinch. He didn't even raise his hands to cover his face. He simply reached out a single, small finger and touched the creature’s nose. The courtyard went silent.

He towered over me the way the others did. I hate being a wolf. I'm not strong enough for my pack. Not to mention.... My soul mate just so happens to be Eder, the enemy! I can't believe he just submitted to Lamia's poison. He didn't toss it into a plant. He just drunk it! What if he never wakes up? None of us will know how to cure him. The wolves will win. Good guys always win. And, we're the good guys. "Mal," I heard a whisper come out of nowhere. I shot up in bed and opened my eyes to look around. I found the window open and Marquis' scent hit my nostrils.

I asked Maliyla when she joined Daunte and me. "Assuring you that you will stay alive," Maliyla answered. "A conversation is pending between us," I said. "We have more than a conversation pending, but for now, let's stop integrating and focusing," Maliyla commanded as Hathor lunged at a wolf charging towards me. Having her as my mate was a blessing in my life. The honor of fighting alongside her was something I'd never thought would happen to me, but if I had to fight alongside anyone, it was her. The three of us fought side-by-side, each taking on two or three wolves at a time when, as if by magic, the wolves were frozen. Suddenly, a golden-brown wolf appeared in the distance. It emitted li

It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. Whereas most werewolves' eyes turn yellow upon turning or when their wolves are in control, Malias were neon green. Xena braced herself, parting her legs and bowing slightly. She was standing in a fighting stance to make sure nothing happened. Malia shifted, she turned into a beautiful dark-grey wolf with white paws. She wasn't much smaller than me. Her wolf started tossing its head back and forth, it looked like they were fighting for control. I looked at Lydia and she walked up to Malias wolf.

There is a price they have to pay, if they indulge their ego – accept love, even become lovers like Malia and Ash. In the next split second, Irina got up –to the girl whose last name Hale, who was sitting between Gabe and Archie at the time. The two youths looked so wary when Irina stood behind Malia exactly. Not forgetting Ash, he also locked his gaze on Irina. Without hesitation, and ignoring any vigilance displayed by the three young wolves, Irina brought her luscious lips to Malia's left ear and whispered a few provocative sentences "It's good to be back with Loui's scent. You... You can never feel it, can you, Malia Hale ?"

His eyes glowed like molten fire, locked on Kael, who now looked less like a brother and more like prey. My lungs refused to work. My world tilted. No. This wasn’t possible. But it was. Because standing there wasn’t a man. It wasn’t a dream. It was a werewolf. And not just any werewolf. A mafia beast dressed in power, violence, and blood. And I was chained to him. **************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Wow… what a moment, right? I’ve been waiting to share this part where Lyra finally sees who Malaki truly is. Now that his secret is out, I’m curious how do you feel about him? Is he a monster, or something more than that?

The pleasant aroma as it approaches causes him to close his eyes. Mate! - growled his wolf. “Yes,” he said, confirming that he had found his Luna. Unfortunately, there was something odd about her. And he quickly clenched his palm into a fist upon noticing something strange about the female. She is a human...

Half expecting to hear that cool, composed voice that was like a whip against delicate skin, I was surprised to hear a deeper, warmer voice greeting me on the other end of the phone. “Yes?” I asked, thinking this was another new client, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. “Trisha Redfern, it’s a pleasure to finally speak to you.” The warmth in that voice was a welcome change. “Thank you. And you are?” I was starting to suspect this as a threat hidden behind honeyed words but the truth turned out to be anything but. “You must have heard about me, I’m Lucas Donovan.” A gasp left my mouth as my eyes widened in recognition. “Lucas Donovan? The Supreme werewolf Alpha?”

Chapter 11 Jasmine's P.O.V. I turned to her, shocked by her outburst. So basically I'll be walking into the lion's den again, but in this case, a pure-blood werewolf that has a magnificent amount of energy oozing from him without his knowledge. It needed no explanation; I don't have a choice. I swallowed the bitter lump in my throat and nodded in agreement. “I have something for you,” she said, urging me to stretch out my hands.

The moon goddess snapped. “I know!” Mallory cried out, the weight of it all crushing her. “Well, do something about it.” The goddess sighed heavily. “Like what!” Mallory screamed at her, anger pushing through. “Mallory, you are the daughter of Nora and Jace. Their power runs through your blood. You are half hunter, half wolf. Dig deep and figure this out.” The goddess yelled back frustrated. The goddess reached forward and with the palm of her hand hit Mallory in the middle of her forehead. An image of her mother in wolf form healing her father’s wounds flashed through her head. She could heal? Mallory thought as her vision cleared.