Mala Novels & Stories

"It's not your specifically. It's the fact you're a female Alpha wolf. You are stronger and more powerful than you know it. Once you mate, your pups will be invincible with power and strength. As long as they use it appropriately." "Are there others like me?" "Yes, but few. Next is our neighboring pack, the Blood Moon pack. They had a first-born Alpha daughter. Otherwise, most first borns are male." "Ollie, I'll speak with the Alpha and make sure he knows it's not your fault. You will be fine and you will find a place within the pack." "It's over for me." "It's not, I promise! I'll help you." "Like Ethan will allow that."

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

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

“You are overflowing with mana. And you can summon the water effortlessly. I can’t believe it either. But I have seen what happened there, Mala. You are gifted with unfathomable magic power. Only the goddess knows why.” She gaped at Helga. She couldn’t understand what she was talking about. Malaika was confused about having magic powers, considering the fact that she even lost her shapeshifting gift ten years ago. Did Helga just bluff? Because no matter how she tried to grasp everything, what she said seemed impossible. “You shouldn’t worry, Mala. It would take some time before they could find us

And his eyes were black with red irises. Mala was still about her normal size and covered in light blue scales. She was swift and agile while moving and fast on her feet. Her eyes were yellow with black irises and her hair was longer. She had a long tail to help her balance herself while moving fast. She had sharp talons for hands and lizard-like feet. They were both managing somehow to hold back the insects that were swarming them relentlessly. Bartolo acted like a tank and took most of the damage while Mala was swiftly killing the insects. Even if they took damage, their self regenerating ability quickly closed their wounds as

Anxiety gripped me like an old friend and sent me into a state of panic. ‘Avery?’ ‘Yeah...’ ‘What’s the matter, Malyshka?’ he grabbed my phone from me and looked at the offending issue. He let out a feral grunt and gave me my phone back, his attention returning to the television. ‘Just ignore him, he’ll go away’

On our way there, we saw her standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at a locker. "Anna, we've been looking for you," I said to her when we were close enough. She did not respond. "Bro, isn't this her locker? Mason asked me. "Yeah. Why do you ask?" He pointed to it. That's when I noticed the spray paint with the statement on it. It said 'you are trying me, Siromani. Do not mess with what is bigger than you'. "What kind of psycho is this?" I asked. "I don't know," I heard Anna say.

Rashonda rolled her eyes at Agent Malloy while furiously whispering up at his tall physique. “I’m sorry,” Agent Malloy apologized, feeling stupid about reminding Rashonda how ferocious the bomb was while she was holding the bomb in her arms along with her son. The FBI agent’s nerves overtook him, and whenever he would get nervous, he would talk too much or say something inappropriate. A sweaty palm moment ensued between Agent Malloy and Rashonda. Both of them swallowed their hearts back down into their chest.

Damien asked, looking around the room. "Hmm," I thought as I looked up and noticed a chandelier in front of me. It was captivating and hypnotic to the eyes. "Yes," I replied, returning my gaze to Damien. "Say, what do Mafias do?" I inquired, widening his eyes. He appeared surprised by my unexpected question. "In a nutshell, mafias do unimaginable bad things that you don't need to know," he said, lowering his gaze. I raised an eyebrow and asked bluntly, "Why? Aren't I your woman?" Damien was taken aback by what I had said, and he laughed, placing his right hand on his mouth.