Dark Deception Malak Novels & Stories

She took a deep breath, re-centering her magic, and pressed a single, ringed finger back into the center of the crimson scrying pool. The smoke on the vellum swirled once more, parting like a heavy curtain to reveal the dark, ruined interior of Malakai’s luxury command vehicle. Back in the valley, the illusion of the sophisticated, untouchable tech mogul had completely disintegrated. Malakai was throwing an absolute, unhinged temper tantrum.

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

Reuel whispered, his hot breath hitting her face and neck before he returned to his seat. "It's nice meeting you, Elise," Azael added once his brother had taken his seat and Elise felt her chest tighten. There was something dark and deep in his tone, an evil promise that she couldn't comprehend. It felt as if she had entered a dangerous place with no way of escape and what creeped her out was her intuitions were never wrong.

Of course, Rael and his human had been hunting and not conscious of where they’d been heading, until the old wolf felt the chill in the air. Malakar’s appearance was as twisted as his mind. His back hunched unnaturally, and a wicked smile curled at his cracked lips as his eyes, glinting with a mix of cunning and malevolence, met the old alpha’s gaze. “You’re punctual, Varian,” Malakar croaked, his voice dripping with a false cordiality that belied the calculating mind behind it. He was near the last of his arcane ability and this old man was his last option. “Call me Malakar.”

That was what would have happened to Aric. Kaelan followed, his sword gleaming as he swung it toward Malakar’s side. But the god only smiled, his black eyes glowing like blackened embers. With another flick of his wrist, Kaelan’s strike was deflected by an unseen force, sending my mate staggering back. "You think your light can defeat me?" Malakar’s voice was a dark melody, low and mocking. "I am the darkness that consumes even the stars. How can you hope to stand against what you cannot see?"

Then-from the darkness of the trees, two pairs of red eyes glowed. The creature came out slowly. Its skin was as dark as night, its body tall and thin in a tattered cloak. It looked at Magnus expressionlessly, then smiled wryly. Magnus prepared a spell, but-in an instant, the creature darted away. The wind picked up. It was as if something big was moving in the shadows. In the north, Malveric Dravenhart stood at the edge of the forest surrounding the campus. His red eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.

THE MASTER OF THE DARK CRYSTAL The dark figure stepped forward, its eyes blazing with malevolent energy. Maya, Arin, and Aria could feel the air grow colder as it approached, as if the very presence of the figure was draining the warmth from the air. "Who are you?" Maya asked, her voice firm but cautious. The figure sneered, its lips curling up in a cruel smile. "I am Malakai, the Master of the Dark Crystal," it said. "And you, mortals, are no match for my power."

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LUCIEN. Prince of Darkness, ruler of Kalmerus, one of the four Underworld regions. "How long are you going to stand there and watch that fiber, father?" For the nth time today, Lucius asked as he slumped his body on my throne, making me hiss before I motioned for him to get off my seat. He laughed as he stood up before walking to where I stood, staring at the fiber in front of us.

​Standing beneath the pulsating beam of dark energy was Grand Archon Malakor-Prime. ​He was a terrifying sight: eight feet tall, clad in jagged armor forged from abyss-steel and void-crystal. His eyes were twin pools of endless black void, and in his right hand he held a massive, double-headed halberd that dripped with corrupted anti-mana. ​"So," Malakor-Prime rasped, his voice sounding like grinding stone. "The High Sovereign of Drakenhold and his calculating Empress have come to witness the end of their realm."