Dark Deception Malak Novels & Stories

And my only family in this cold castle. A flicker of jealousy and disgust crossed Elsie’s face. She turned to Cedric, her voice sickly sweet. “Darling, Alaina’s familiar is so special. But… your darkness is all over him. It reminds me of a past I don’t share. It makes me… uneasy.” Cedric froze. He was silent for a few seconds. Then, he issued a command to the castle’s dark magic deacon. “Have Malachi bring his ‘Purification Altar’ to the healing chamber. Now.”

" Lord Malakor, the Chief Imperial Physician, stepped down the marble stairs. He was an elderly wolf adorned in crimson silk robes trimmed with gold thread, holding a silver ceremonial staff. Behind him walked three assistant physicians, carrying brass braziers smoking with pungent, purple incense. "Your Grace," Malakor said, bowing low before the throne while glaring sideways at me with sharp, arrogant eyes. "You are delirious from the fever! This village girl knows nothing of courtly ailments. She is using theatrical tricks and wild stories to sow distrust among your most loyal Council members!" Adrian took half a step forward, his hand hovering near the pommel of his broadsword, his voice

it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant They witnessed how the dark part of the castle devour their comrade “help!” they all flinched when they saw blood splurt out from the corner “My liege will make you regret that you lived this life. Do not have any worries about our new brothers and sisters! Serving our master is our greatest pleasure” the resurrected paladin announced and started attacking the living forces “So, only fighting is our choice here huh?” Alfonso gave up on the idea of escaping ‘at least we have her’ looking at the mad girl, he thought that this is the only good thing that the girl have –her abi

The Philosophy of the Iron Malak wasn't a remnant of the Architects. He was the leader of a "Death-Sim"—a sector of the Source designed for high-stress military training that had been abandoned and left to evolve in the dark. While Elara’s team had been learning to feel, Malak’s team had been learning to Endure.

**** Makaila's POV I woke up to a very bad headache. I touched my head and felt something wet. I looked at my hand and saw blood. Another wave of pain hit me and I groaned. I looked around and saw I was in a very dark room but the ray of light from the very high window made me see. Suddenly everything started flashing back. Christian and Nigel yelling at each other, me running out, the black car parking, some men holding me and suddenly black out. It's so obvious now. I have being kidnapped and no doubt by my father. But who were the people helping him? My father has nothing and I doubt he can afford thugs and stuff. He must be working for someone really big.

go ahead. The ritual involved ingesting the blood of a bat and venom from a black mamba. The ritual would have killed anyone, but due to Luke’s determination and the growing darkness in his heart, the ritual was a success. He died and was revived as a new being. Thus, began the birth of the first vampire. Unfortunately, the ritual had a side effect. He had to consume blood to sustain his health as would anyone turned by him. Discovering his new power, he laid waste to his master and massacred a lot of people in his town. The warlock having seen his mistake too late and regretting it, decided to work on how to destroy what he created. But Luke, having anticipated this, stormed his fortress

But even from afar, my eyes never left Kael. He thought he was clever. He thought hiding in shadows made him invisible. I watched him anyway. Every meeting. Every coded message. Every whisper in the dark. I know the deals he made behind Malaki’s back. I know the alphas he bribed, the alliances he forged in secret. I know the trap he’s setting. And now Malaki blind with duty is riding with those traitors to capture Dagger. He thinks it’s a hunt. He thinks it’s justice. It isn’t.

If Roy was the ember, Kieran was the smoke. Behind them, shapes materialise from the dark: cloaked figures, armed but silent, eyes glowing faintly with prana. Men and women once cast aside – orphans, slaves, fallen knights – are now reborn into something more. Roy pulls out his half-mask and places it on his nose while the wind tugs at his cloak. A stunning drop of a bright, dark crimson teardrop jewel hangs from the mask. Roy, standing over the edge, takes a step forward and falls.

Malakai roared, his veneer of aristocratic refinement finally fracturing to reveal the volatile, cornered beast within. He stood up from his jade throne, his crimson velvet robes billowing behind his narrow shoulders as he unleashed his full pureblood aura. It was not the brute, crushing physical weight of a Western Alpha; it was a sharp, sanity-crushing frequency of dark, localized pressure that turned the air around the dais a deep, bruising shade of purple. The twelve chamberlains screamed, clutching their temples as their inner wolves fought the ancient, ancestral command to submit. The pressure rolled down the marble steps like a physical wave of gravity, targeting Natalia’s core.

Before me, a man in black robes stood at an altar—tall, commanding, with golden eyes that were hauntingly familiar, even if his face wasn't Lysander's. ​Beside him, a woman with long, dark hair knelt, her hands stretched out over the altar, her face turned toward the vaulted stone ceiling. ​A face that was identical to mine. ​"Ysolde," the man said, his voice heavy with a grief he had been suppressing for ages. "Are you certain you wish to do this? Once you give away half of your bloodline, it will never be whole again." ​"I am certain, King Malakor," the woman—Ysolde—replied, her voice steady even as her hands trembled. "If we do not lock away The Shackled now, this entire continent will be