Spare Me Great Lord Mal Novels & Stories

At their head was Dad’s most trusted underboss, Kane Lee. He quickly made his way to me, cut the ropes at my wrists, and dropped to one knee. “Principessa, I’m sorry you were frightened. Don Gerald has ordered me to bring you and the young sir home.” I clung to Xavier in my arms as Kane and my family shepherded us out of that living hell. As the helicopter blades thudded overhead, I cast one last look at the rising smoke and thought, ‘James, from now on, we would never meet again.’

Good Lord Azrail leader of the lone wolves.Very powerful. I need to inform him that I am coming. Like Dawn said more security means safer. Better safe than sorry. I felt my phone vibrate near me, his number. Let's get it over with. I dialed the number and rang four times until the filthy bastard picked up

Max asked as he had had signed on something greater than four places in the dictionary level paperwork. “Yes, we are. You can go and start your candle light ceremony.” Paul replied, affirming to his insinuations. He had sealed it in writing, Max was no longer in the mafia and now only an Alpha Lord. I was ecstatic because I wouldn’t have to be burdened by the aftermath of the war that had been showing signs of starting soon.

he stopped doing a neck slit motion with his hand " or much worse insane." "Shut the fuck up!" I growled. " I haven't given up hope yet" "Oh, well, I wish you luck. Be careful though, they say Malcolm is deadly. The reincarnate of the devil. Even your first order witch girlfriend is no match for him." First order? What did he mean by that? Mollie was still a second order. " First order? Mollie? " "Ohh, you haven't heard." "No. And Mollie is not my girlfriend."

Dressed in a sharp dark coat, his eyes glinted with cruel amusement. “Well, well, look who fell right into my hands,” he said, clapping slowly. “Vivian, the fearless leader. Jasper, always hot-headed. Julian, the cynic. And Tasha, still trying to prove she’s not useless.” He smirked. “Quite the reunion.” Jasper surged forward, only for the rope to yank him back down. “Where’s Liam, you son of a–” Malcolm crouched in front of him, tilting his head mockingly. “Liam’s… safe, for now. But how long he stays that way depends on you.”

They were afraid I'd struggle on the operating table tomorrow. "Okay." I tilted my head back and drank every drop. I then returned to my room and pulled out the sponge I'd prepared earlier. The sponge had absorbed all the drugged water. At ten o'clock that night, I sent Henry one final message. [Eight in the morning tomorrow. The Fletcher family's villa.] He replied. [Got it. The men are in place.] I sent another message. [The passcode to the safe is 980410. It's Stanley's birthday. All the evidence is inside.]

Beside him is his eldest son and heir, Cillian. Cillian is a mirror of what Thatcher should have been, disciplined, radiating power, and fiercely loyal. But as they approach the wide front steps, I catch the undeniable flicker of shame burning in Malphas’s harsh eyes. To have a future Gamma fail this spectacularly, to ruthlessly attack the mate of the Rising Star's Prince, isn't just a personal blow; it is an agonizing, unforgivable stain on their pack's ancient lineage.

I just stared, emotions storming behind my eyes—confusion and disbelief. He had returned. Ryker's elder brother. Back from the dead. And I had a feeling that nothing in this kingdom would be the same again. “Where are my manners?" Said the man. “We were never formally introduced. My name is Malachi." Malachi? Even his name is dark. It was clear what he was here for; the question was, would I give it to him?

He is my soulmate, my savior, my master, my Lord, my Alpha, and the love of my life, and I just couldn't afford to lose him for anything. Malik kept growling out loud, but he abruptly stopped, and he drew in a deep breath. "They are gonna surely pay for this…" he growled in his characteristic menacing tone. "Those motherfucking idiots, little cunts and cowards… they are going to pay for this…" "Kieran, Melinda… You'll follow me back to that goddamn village, and we will burn it down to ashes." He snarled. "Meghan, stay with Calista and make sure you find somewhere safe to hide. We'll be back…" He ordered.

Had he been summoned because he had botched something with the Walker family's affairs? "Malcolm, do you have control over the Walker family's assets?" Liam inquired. "Yes, sir! Do you have any instructions for me?" Malcolm responded, his voice laced with caution. Malcolm's heart raced with unease. The sheer force of Liam's presence was overwhelming. Liam sat motionless, yet Malcolm felt an invisible weight crushing his breath away. That was Liam's true form, the revered Pendragon Commander-in-Chief, the King Pendragon!