Dark Elf Malekith Novels & Stories

Samael growled, “we will mark each other, as we are meant to be.” Lucan’s voice echoed in Samael’s mind, urging him forward. "Claim him now. He belongs to us." Morgan’s growl was deep, feral. "Mark him as ours." Samael bared his teeth, and without hesitation, he sank them into Allistair’s left chest, marking him for eternity. Allistair gasped, feeling the powerful rush of Samael’s essence flood into him. On Allistair’s chest, Samael’s mark appeared, a complex, glowing symbol that represented Lucan, Morgan, and Lucifer. The mark was that of a beast’s claw intertwined with the archangel's wings, glowing with an ethereal light that radiated power. Allistair’s form trembled as he, too, marked Sa

the book was published a thousand years ago, so some part of the history could have been altered to suit the reader's taste. "Who do you think cursed this place?" "Your father did," Alin said, standing by the door. "m-my who? Father?....." "yes your father. the spiritual king, our Almighty emperor. He was the one who cursed this place." the man came in and poured the hot water into the tub. Wren vigilantly looked at him. "Don't be alarmed. I am on your side. I am one of your father's followers. I might not look it but I'm a ten thousand years old dwarven elf. My kind is extinct.. I was saved by your old man," Alin smiled widely.

It was a man, his skin gray and translucent, his robes tattered and stained with the black fluid of the deep archives. ​"High Surgeon Malek?" I whispered, the name tasting like poison. ​Malek, the man who had overseen my own transformation forty years ago, turned his head. His eyes were gone, replaced by two glowing silver orbs. He smiled, and the sound was like the grinding of tectonic plates. ​"Elara," he croaked. "You were always the most stubborn of my patients. You think your iron and your coal are shields? They are merely the dirt we allow you to play in until the master returns."

She returned to the table and opened it, revealing pages filled with intricate drawings and arcane symbols. "This," she said, pointing to a particularly elaborate symbol, "is the mark of an ancient sorcerer known as Malakar. He was banished centuries ago for his dark practices, but it seems his influence has not waned." Asher leaned forward, his eyes widening. "Malakar? I've heard that name before, in the old stories." Elara nodded. "Yes, his name is whispered in legends and nightmares. He sought to control the balance of light and dark, and in doing so, nearly destroyed everything. If he has returned, then the threat you face is far greater than you imagined."

He felt like he was having a heart attack as he quickly turned around. That was when he saw a guy sitting there in the back, a small smile on his face and his eyes filled with a darkness that Bodi could barely describe. “Who the hell are you, and why are you in my car?!” Malek sighed very audibly. “My name is Malek, and I am the one that the dark prophecy spoke about,” He began. “And I am so sorry about what I am about to do, but it needs to happen.” “Wait, what…?” Bodi’s heart was thundering in his chest and he felt like he was going to pass out. He could not process the fact that he was staring straight at the guy who had plans to destroy their pack and town.

“He’s real?” Aldric nodded grimly, his face hardening, his eyes dark with an ancient sorrow. "His name is Malakar. And for centuries, he has sought to corrupt our kind, turning wolves into monstrous creatures under his control. But his power was never strong enough to launch a full-scale war." He clenched his jaw, and his voice grew colder, tinged with a bitterness that seemed to echo through time. "Until now." The words hit me like a slap, the force of the realization crashing over me. My stomach twisted in on itself. “Because of me,” I whispered, the sickening understanding spreading through my chest.

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.

His chest was as broad as a trunk, covered in thick, dark leather armor that was heavily scarred by claws and blades. His skin was a pale, weathered gray, and his long, wild black hair fell past his massive shoulders. But it was his eyes that stole the air from the room, they were huge, glowing spheres of a sickening, luminous yellow, exactly as Heidi had drawn. This was an old monster. He belonged to a mythic, forgotten bloodline from the old world, a time when wolves were monstrous giants who ruled the continents through absolute brutality. "Malphas," Oscar growled, his voice tight as he gripped his sword with both hands. The sheer size of the enemy made even the rugged mountain Alpha look

‘No,’ Malek roars suddenly, a violent, guttural rumble vibrating in my throat before I can suppress it. How did we not realize it? It was always there, or I'm guessing she had been using a scent blocker until now. The dominant, possessive Alpha instinct flares up like gasoline on an open flame, making my vision edge with an angry, dark blur. ‘ Not a dragon. Tell me she didn't lay with a fucking lizard.’ Malek growled. A cold, paralyzing shock wave hits me. A dragon. The very kind of beast that slaughtered my father. Her father. The same man who took her in when she had no one else, to bloody pieces.

“Walls between the living and the forgotten are thin.” “And something comes,” the faceless one added. “Something that should never have been born.” They all turned toward the black fire still burning on the far ridge. A shape had begun to form inside it. Towering. Horned. Its body was stitched together from shadows and bones, wearing the crown of a fallen king. Mira’s voice trembled. “The Devourer of Names.” “Elkorath,” Elara confirmed. “He’s here.” Kael cursed under his breath. “I thought he was just a myth.”