Dark Deception Malak Novels & Stories

' 'The Mal-what? 'The Malakh. An agent of the Divine Council. They're planted everywhere in this place. From nuns to Cardinals, from the keepers of the Vatican keys to the guy whose job it is to clean the stairs to St. Peter's Tomb. The Malakh here in the Sacristy is Sister Adelaida, and she might look like your average Granny, but trust me, if she finds us here, she won't whip out her best china-wear and make us a cup of tea.' He nodded to where the sewing box sat by the chair. 'She's more likely to sew our eyelids shut while we're still conscious. And then iron the skin from our face.'

His eyes glowed blue, and he threw me on the bed. "You asked for it, and you do not dare to point fingers at me. I will make you forget who you mated with," Alpha Malakai said, as he reached for his shirt button and unbuttoned it. Alpha Malakai came on the bed to meet me, and I was so afraid, as I hadn't been with a man before. However, this is Alpha Malakai Preston. The future Alpha of the Dark Shadow Pack. Only that he hasn't ascended the throne yet because he has no Luna.

Clara’s POV The neon lights of the club always made my head ache, but tonight, the air felt heavier than usual. I was just a ghost in a uniform, moving through the thumping bass and the smell of expensive spilled liquor. When I was suddenly assigned to deep-clean the VIP suite on the third floor, I expected to find empty champagne bottles and silk ties. I didn't expect to find him. He was tall—sharp-edged like a jagged piece of glass—and devastatingly handsome in a way that felt dangerous.

The ancient voice thundered through the chamber. "Forbidden power detected." The words sent a chill through everyone. Even Kael looked alarmed. "What did you do?" Malrik's smile widened. The floor split apart beneath him. Dark energy poured from the cracks. Ariana felt every instinct screaming at her. Danger!. Danger!. Danger!. The warlord's laughter echoed through the ruins. "You thought I came here for the Crown." The darkness spread faster. Then Malrik revealed the truth. "I came here for what sleeps beneath it."

“You can walk out of this room and disapprove of my orders, but I will assure you that by tomorrow morning, your malpractice report will hit the news pages, or you can follow my orders and I will consider it even. There is no debt of gratitude between us.” Lucas raised a glass filled with dark red liquid and drank it down, while Garry was silent while looking down. “Your choice,” said Lucas.

They knew that only by confronting the darkness could they hope to emerge victorious. And as they faced the unknown horrors that lurked in the shadows, they knew that their love would be their light in the darkest of nights. Suddenly, a voice echoed through the darkness, chilling them to the bone. "Welcome, Guardians, to the realm of the Elders." A figure emerged from the shadows, cloaked in darkness yet radiating an aura of malevolence. "I am Malachar, the Keeper of Illusions. You seek the truth, do you not?"

"Everyone out!" He ordered and they rushed out like scared chickens. No one tried to help her. Anamika frowned at Alexander. "What's going on?" Alexander smirked and removed Vera's mask. "Nice to meet you again, Dr. Veronica." He looked at his mother. "aka Queen of Russian mafia..." Anamika raised her eyebrows when he said that. "Martha check on Dominick please, if she did something to him." Martha nodded and hurriedly walked towards Dominick's room.

<★★★★ BLOODY SINNER'S★★★★> As Lucifer finished recounting the details to Mikhail, the weight of the revelations hung heavily in the air. Mikhail had been pacing the room, his fists clenched, his mind racing with the implications of what they had just uncovered. The Shadows had orchestrated so much pain and suffering, not only for him and Lucifer but for everyone connected to them. The thought that they might have been behind the deaths of his parents, framing April's father to cover their tracks, gnawed at him relentlessly.

Malachai’s POV The night embraced me with the familiar, velvety thickness of a realm that had long ago accepted my dominion, a darkness that did not merely surround me but bent toward me, bowed for me, waited for me the way ancient servants once waited with trembling hands and lowered eyes for the command of their king, and as I walked through the forest, each step causing the ground to hum faintly beneath my feet, I could feel the air tighten as if holding its breath, as if the world itself understood that tonight would be carved into supernatural history as the night I, Malachai, master of shadow realms, breaker of celestial covenants, devourer of kings, manipulator of fates older than the

Some were halfway between forms—human faces on wolf bodies, screaming without voices. "What the fuck did you do, Leo?" Zack muttered, his knuckles white on the grip of his gun. Then he saw him. A pale, naked teenager walking down the middle of the street. Malakai. The boy wasn't looking at the wolves. He was looking at the ground, his eyes fixed on every scrap of reflected moonlight. Wherever he stepped, the light vanished. He was a black hole in the middle of a white nightmare. "Malakai!" Zack shouted, raising his rifle. "Stay back! What the hell is happening?"