Dark Deception Malak Novels & Stories

“His soul was mine to claim. His body was mine to kill. I hope you understand that, my Queen.” But the Queen shakes her head, her voice trembling yet firm. “No, Jack. You don’t understand. According to Elder Varkos, Malik is wielding a higher form of dark magic—the same kind Varkos himself once tried to harness as High Priest, but failed because he lacked royal blood as the key ingredient. For Malik, however, it is stronger. Far worse. That magic is being fueled by something other than royal blood… something powerful enough to shatter the world itself.” Her eyes darken, heavy with a fear she cannot entirely conceal.

“You still think you’re in control. You have no idea what’s coming.” That was when I noticed the man standing behind him. He was tall and thin, his skin pale like he hadn’t seen sunlight in years. His eyes were black, so black that there was no line between the iris and the pupil. A strange dark mist seemed to cling to him, moving like it was alive. I didn’t need anyone to tell me who he was. I knew. Malakar. The dark wizard my mother had told me about when I was a little girl. The one who had tried to take Anna’s powers when she was pregnant with me. The one everyone thought was long gone.

Out of the portal steps a figure cloaked in shadows, their presence exuding a palpable aura of malevolence. A cold chill runs down my spine as I recognize the sinister gleam in their eyes. It is none other than Malakai, the fallen angel who had long coveted the power of the Nexus for his own dark purposes. His cruel smirk sends a shiver through my being, and I know that our true battle is about to begin. “I see my little protégé has gathered quite the entourage,” Malakai hisses, his voice dripping with malice. “But it matters not. The power of the Nexus will soon be mine, and all shall bow before me.”

He said, flipping me to his side swiftly, my wide eyes immediately fell on him, he looked drunk on lust, his hands were running sinfully over my naked body, Although it was our second time I was still getting shy under his gaze, they were like the darker shade of his iris, holding need, craving for my body, longing for sex and most importantly, sin in his eyes. He didn’t look like the person I knew as him, it was a different soul in the same body.

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

He chuckled and Lucifer shook his head hearing my question. "You see, our brother Michael has his special power with Adrian. My reapers, not even I can kill him. But the power that is somehow part of Michael's power. Dagger of Eve is made of a pinch of Michael's powers. So it is the only way you can kill Adrian. That is why it is called the Immortal's Slayer." Azrael replied to my question and I nodded my head. They both sped up and I also followed them behind. I knew they were flying lazily because of me. Lucifer signalled us and we all lowered down. We all landed on the ground and they both hid their wings.

The sound shook the chamber walls again. ⸻ “They deserve the truth.” ⸻ Amara’s pulse raced violently. ⸻ “What truth?” ⸻ Malakai’s golden eyes remained fixed on her. ⸻ “The hunters were never human.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Lucian’s jaw tightened immediately. ⸻ “Explain.” ⸻ Malakai took another slow step forward. The hybrids around the room immediately lowered themselves farther. Completely submissive to him. ⸻

The ruins trembled beneath my feet as golden light erupted from my body, shattering the lingering darkness that surrounded us. Malakai’s eyes widened—not with fear, but with recognition. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he admitted. I met his gaze, unflinching. “And you made a mistake coming back.” With a roar, I unleashed everything. The power of Lunara, the fury of every soul that had suffered because of him. Light clashed with darkness. The impact tore through the temple, sending shockwaves through the earth itself. Malakai screamed, his form flickering, struggling against the force of my attack. For a moment, I saw the truth—the fear behind his arrogance, the desperation behind his cru

Another room seemed to be a training ground, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and iron. Every step I took, every corner I turned, was a step further into the unknown. It was terrifying, yet each discovery, each piece of information I gathered, was a piece of the puzzle, a step closer to understanding what I had become a part of. And ultimately what I was up against. One thing was for sure, I was no longer the innocent girl who had been thrust into this world of darkness. I was Elara, a woman who had tasted dark magic, who had used her body as a weapon, and who was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Slater quickly shushed her by pointing his gun in her direction. It wasn’t the recommended strategy, but it worked. “Shut up!” The girl whimpered, cowering back in the cell into the woman behind her. Matthew continued his scan. The fourth girl stood against the wall, her head back against the bricks as her lips moved quickly. He could hear her faintly, and it took a second before he made out the prayer for mercy she was chanting with her eyes closed. Mercy. “Macy Swan?” He asked, knowing from the picture he had studied that this was her, though they had done a hell of a job trying to hide her. Her black hair had been bleached blonde, and make-up was smeared across her face.