Dark Deception Malak Novels & Stories

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.

High Sovereign Malakor turned to face them. He was draped in armor forged from dark sun-iron, his face pale and sunken, his eyes burning with an unnatural, vortex-black fire. In his right hand, he held a massive spear wrapped in tendrils of suffocating shadow. "Princess Kira, Alpha Cassian... and the forgotten Prince," Malakor purred, his voice layered with the raspy echoes of a hundred stolen souls. "You bring your petty armies to my doorstep, thinking you can restore a broken realm. You are nothing more than fuel for the core."

I've already tried to find this place that holds so many secrets, and just another one of my horror dreams. "And dad, if you're hiding something from me, I'll find out with your help or not! There is something in this city that scares the remaining people and I will know whether or not my name is Delmom Salvatore.

He was the Supreme Commander of Gina's original pack, and her father's most dangerous warrior. Malakai was built like a mountain, his long black hair braided tightly with silver rings. But it was his eyes that made Gina’s blood run cold. They weren't wolf eyes—they were twin pools of endless, swirling cosmic purple. He possessed a rare, ancient magic that perfectly mimicked the celestial frequencies of the Moonborn. The moment Malakai’s gaze landed on Gina, his cosmic eyes turned completely pitch-black with a sudden, toxic obsession. He ignored Gabriel completely, his heavy boots crushing the dirt as he marched straight toward the steps where Gina stood.

Moments later, Suddenly, the Black Forest didn't just scream; it buckled. At the summit of the Externsteine Mirror, the air had turned into a toxic, grey slurry of anti-matter. Elder Malakor stood at the center of the obsidian spire, his hands woven into the ley lines like a parasite, his eyes bleeding the cold, dead light of the Old Order. "I am the architect of the silence!" Malakor’s voice didn't come from his throat; it erupted from the stone itself, a grinding, tectonic roar. "You are but a glitch in the symphony, Evangeline! A mistake I will now erase!"

I accuse, my voice seething with hatred. “No! Alexander came to me. None of this was supposed to happen. By the gods, I lost my sight, Aria!” she snaps back, exasperated. For the first time, I notice her form flickering unevenly in the flames, as if her energy is unstable. “We don’t have time to argue. Malakar—that’s the name of the entity. Malakar, the Soul Destroyer.” The name echoes in my mind like thunder, sending a chill through my entire body. The flames crackle on, almost hypnotic, as Seraphina’s voice melds with the popping of the burning wood.

Little did they know that their journey had just taken an unforeseen turn, plunging them into a world of darkness and treachery. The bond they shared would be put to the ultimate test, as they fought to overcome the twisted twist that fate had thrown their way. Malachi, a sorcerer consumed by darkness and driven by a thirst for power, lurked in the shadows with an air of malevolence. He was a figure shrouded in mystery, his origins steeped in the darkest corners of history. His presence exuded an aura of trepidation and foreboding as if his very existence defied the natural order. With piercing eyes that gleamed with a sinister light, Malachi possessed an uncanny ability to manipulate the fo

, I begged her. She let out a big sigh. "Alright. Now, listen carefully. The truth I'm going to reveal won't be easy at all for you to believe. So, promise me, no matter what I say you'd believe me as I believe you, ok?", She asked. "I promise.”, I replied. "Alright, so listen to me. All the things you said are correct. They aren't normal but if you knew till now it is impossible for a clever student like you to not know the correct answer, right? Of course, you know that you're a vampire.

had been broken. “I am the King!” Malakai roared, and for a second, his power flared—a desperate, dying embers of the god he had tried to become. He lunged at me, his claws extended. But he never reached me. A massive black shadow crashed through the hole in the ceiling, slamming into Malakai with the force of a falling star. It was a wolf and the largest I had ever seen. Its fur is the colour of midnight and its eyes the colour of a summer storm.