Novel & Cerita Aphmau Malachi

“If we stand firm, then no one can do anything to harm them.” “That’s what I’m worried about.” Malachi said finally. “If Mother had planned this far ahead…then she has always had a plan. We can only hope that the blood of our blood will succeed in this final test. The test that we failed centuries ago.”

“Close your eyes and try to see the colors. It will become easier with time.” “Do you have this energy?” I asked. “Is that why you know what I need to do?” “I hold a very small part of your magic. I was born knowing how to teach you.” “Do all the guttybrew know this?” “No. Like Talon, I was given a place in the prophecy. Because of it, my power is slightly stronger than other guttybrew but nothing like yours.” I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as he requested. The colors began spiraling behind my eyelids. I opened them and saw the colors in the room.

RASA BENCI Sam berkali-kali memukul kemudi mobil dengan keras. Dia menggeram, berteriak seorang diri. Matanya memerah, bukan karena menangis, melainkan rasa benci yang teramat sangat pada seseorang. Pria itu. Pria yang telah merebut calon istrinya. Pria yang sudah merebut orang yang sangat dicintainya. “Kenapa harus dia?! Kenapa harus kau, Sialan!!!” gertaknya.

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 was highly intelligent and matter of fact with everything. If Malachi said something, you could believe it to be the absolute truth. Malachi did not talk bad about other people; he was quite the diplomat. Sometimes it was hard for me to see him as a wolf. He was not aggressive as a human at all, but as I would come to see, you should never judge a book by its cover. I powered up my laptop and opened Malachi’s message. The file opened with photos, likes, dislikes, names, background information, and allergies. You name it, it was there. Malachi never did anything halfway.

Even I didn’t dare say anything at that moment. “Yes, I expect you to listen to reason and to accept it when I tell you something for your own good, and if that means you have to obey me for once in your life, then so be it,” he said to her, not backing down either. I could feel Malachi’s own Alpha aura flowing out of him. It was powerful, intense and it took me back to my childhood when I still wished to be half the man he was. I still did, I just grew up and realized that I never would be.

He looked at the Reaper, then back at the girl. "Put your knife away, boy." Malachi's voice was quiet. Tired. "You cannot use force to trigger mercy." He moved toward his shelves, pulling down jars and bundles of dried herbs. "I will help her. Not for you. Not for the gods who chained you to her." He paused, his back to them. "I will do it because twenty-four years ago, I was a coward. I will not die one today." He turned, a jar of dark liquid in one hand, a bundle of dried leaves in the other.

Then he rose from it. Malachai did not yet have a body for his own. The shape of him flowed and fluctuated between body and darkness. But incomplete, even, he was massive. Twelve feet easily, and shoulders big enough to blot the light out. He was covered with fur the color of black so dark it appeared to swallow the torchlight. His pupils are glowing red like coals and when he smiled, his teeth were too long, and too sharp. The First Alpha. The one who had scorned the Moon Goddess. Just as terrifying as the legends say and more.

"And for what it's worth, Jaxon stood up for you today. The Elders tried to drag your name through the mud again and he shut it down before it could start." That made a quiet warmth flutter in my chest. It was small but real. "Thanks for telling me," I told Liam. As answer, he pointed at the map. "Do you want to see something?" I stepped forward, and he gestured at a cluster of markings near the northeastern border. "This is the current pattern of Malachi’s strikes," he explained. "He's avoiding direct attacks on major packs and picking off the small ones around us. He is slowly tightening the circle."

"He meant a mating bond, Rhea, or at least the closest thing we can get to one." The door flew open hard enough to crack against the stone wall, and Malachi filled the doorway, all muscle and scars and silent menace. He was the largest of the three and the quietest, his face a map of violence I'd never asked about because I was too afraid of the answers. He didn't speak, just pointed toward the hall with one scarred hand. "The Alpha is waiting," Malachi said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest.