Dark Deception Malak Novels & Stories

A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence: Shams al-Duhur: In a small town, there once lived a sect of corrupt humans who gathered the innocent and slaughtered them as sacrifices to demons. But the demons betrayed them, killing each one and leaving no bodies behind. Their blood filled a vast pit beneath this very town—a pit dug by the devil himself, which became a lake of human blood, fed daily by the endless violence of wars and accidents. From this curse, Malik was born. The devil claimed to be a soldier on Earth and sent him to fill that lake with blood without end. No human being can stop him or uncover his true nature.

"I saved these few on my mother's hidden laboratory before the whole thing went up in a ball of fire. I returned in all the confusion to search her room.” He stopped to take a breath, and it was evident he felt pain from the work of talking. "Elara wasn't alone in dabbling with dark magic," he added grimly. “She was just one of many in a big cult that’s been operating in the shadows for centuries. They are committed to reviving Malachai, the First Alpha who was in power before the Moon Goddess cursed him." A chill went down my spine at the name. I knew stories, old legends wolves told their pups to keep them in line.

were starting to soften. ​"He did it," Malakai’s voice came from the shadows of the lounge area. He was sitting on the edge of a crate, his face ashen, clutching a heated compress to his neck. "He knelt, Elara. A Blackwood King knelt in the Well of Truth for a 'Glitch' and her mother. I never thought I’d see the day the moon fell out of the sky." ​I turned, looking at him. Malakai looked wrecked, but there was a smirk on his face—a genuine, tired expression of respect.

"Worst that happens the bitch dies, best she wakes up an idiot." Summer had to stop herself from laughing at her father's harsh words, neither man had noticed that she had woken up yet and she wanted to keep it that way. "The men will be here soon." Michael huffed, "If she doesn't wake up soon what good will she be for them?" "I'm sure they'd enjoy even if she was asleep." Jackson chuckled. No longer able to remain calm Summer shot up eyes flying open. Looking around she found herself in the hole underneath her fathers house with the devil and and his master.

Darkness enveloped the entire area,yet Gavin and Khez's condition remained unchanged as if the darkness had never ended. Khez had no idea that Heark had returned to her after they had split up Heark was just armed with an ax and a flashlight as he approached to the location. The entire place is enveloped in deafening quiet scary and standing feathers. The opponents will attack soon Their expressions are filled with terror since one false action could result in to death. Heark is on his way to his goal he had no idea that he was being followed by the opponents which they also callled 'The Walking Half Man' but it's also known as 'the red eyed dead,'the fact that these are similar to a zombies

my legs shook it's felt like I should just die right now I hope Damon doesn't know what happened to me cause I just can't comprehend how he's gonna felt about me. Nikita that bitch I trusted her but I don't know she's a fucking betrayer I feel like I was stabbed by someone dear to me. She's a devil I can't believe she can do this to me, If anyone told me she's going to do something this terrible to me am gonna deny it's and fought with the person that's she can't hurt a snail but now I believed you don't have to trust people. The look is sometimes deceptive I think have believed so much in her. I feel so fucked up I don't know who touch me I feel like a fool right now. Someone touched me I f

I turned my head to the side, ready and listening. “There’s a few people starting to experiment with black magic again. People Callum came in contact with years ago and they’re starting to dig into old, dark things. We’re worried one of them is going to make some headway and start raising demons again,” she explained. “Nothing is going to happen right now, but it will soon, in just under a year. Hecate is having a similar conversation with Ally right now.” I laid my head back down.

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

In its heavy, mechanical fist, it clutched a glowing diagnostic crystal that was pulsing with a bright, erratic violet hue—and right beside it, tapping a heavy steel boot against the stone floor with an air of cold, methodical patience, stood Professor Malakor himself, his pristine silver-trimmed robes untouched by the filth of the lower city, his pale eyes fixed directly on the path leading from the market. Malakor slowly turned his head toward the shadow of the piers, a thin, razor-sharp smile cutting across his pale lips as he raised his hand and gestured lazily toward the dark alcove where Thalen and Zeyric stood frozen. "I wondered how long it would take you to crawl back up to my doors

He smiled, teeth filed to points, and raised his staff toward the central tower where Leo was sleeping. "I didn't come for you, Northern King," Malakor rasped, his voice like grinding stone. "I came for the abomination. The bloodline is tainted. The Southern gods demand a sacrifice." Something in me went white-hot. Before Kaelen could move, I yanked my hand free, raised the wrench, and threw it straight at Malakor's face. He didn't even flinch. A flick of his wrist, a bolt of black lightning, and my wrench burned to ash before it made it halfway.