Dark Elf Malekith Novels & Stories

In three days, the two packs would unite through marriage. The arrangement our families had made was simple. Selene Moonveil, eldest daughter and gentle healer Omega, would marry Ethan Grimwolf, Silver Moon's Alpha—cold, brutal, S-class. And I, Elara Moonveil, warrior Beta, would marry Kaden Frost, Black Forest's scribe—a soft-spoken, scholarly Beta. In our past lives, those marriages had destroyed both families. Selene had withered under Ethan's indifference and his childhood sweetheart's cruelty until depression consumed her. Depression consumed her until it killed her.

The other male never moved from his spot, with his head bowed to me. "They know we're here. " Tim glare over in the distance as he walks over standing next to me. I look to my right to see five more wolves coming our way through the thick trees. The brown wolf in front stops and shifts back into his human form. The male looks at me with fear in his eyes like he's seeing a ghost. He kneels down next to the young male who's still drowning on his own blood. From his scent and the power he holds, this male is a beta and the dying boy carries his scent, telling me the young male is his son. The boy's body goes limp in his father's arms, causing his father to let out a loud roar standing to his fe

his eyes glow the bright blue of a moon elf, “You’ll never see your father ever again.” As I watch helplessly, I watch his face change into an all too familiar enemy. Thalan, the Elf King.

His wolf devil lycan beast was stirring inside him, growing with every second, pushing against the inside of his skin like it wanted to tear its way out. "That was then," Malgron said, and his voice was almost a growl now. "The old Malgron is dead. He died a long time ago. You were right about one thing, Draevon. The old Malgron was not at your level. He was weak. He was soft. He was grateful. But that man is gone." He lifted his hands and Kaelithra watched in horror as his fingers started to change. The nails grew longer and sharper, curving into thick black claws. The skin on his hands rippled and darkened, taking on a rough leathery texture. "The Malgron standing in front of you right now

Especially after they disappeared for hundreds of years. Drake got into his car, but his thoughts drifted back hundreds of years. Altair, the King of the Dark Elves, slaughtered many creatures including humans. Drake still remembers how he was forced to transform into a giant dragon, his true form, to stop the war. But that was not enough to stop Altaïr's well-conceived plan. Even though in the end, Drake and the leader of the other creatures had succeeded in repelling the dark elves, Altaïr was still alive. He disappeared after the war. Alarick once said that he was sure Altair would reappear one day. And if that's true, then the time has come.

The air grew cold, and an overwhelming sense of malice washed over us. "Who dares to trespass in my domain?" the figure hissed, their voice a chilling whisper that seemed to echo from all directions. Steeling myself, I stepped forward. "We are guardians of the Nexus, protectors of its balance. Identify yourself." A sinister laugh emanated from the figure. "Guardians, you say? How quaint. I am Malakar, harbinger of entropy. And this Nexus shall fall under my dominion." Before we could react, Malakar unleashed a torrent of dark energy, the force of it sending us sprawling. Pain seared through me as I struggled to regain my footing, the malevolent power threatening to overwhelm my senses.

Prince Kayziel's mind reeled as he tried to comprehend the implications. The whispered tales of Soulflaying, a punishment so heinous it sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors, now seemed all too real. He thought back to the ancient chronicles of the Nordor Elves, Evil Elves that had ravaged the lands with their insidious machinations. Their ruthless leader, Nordor, was said to have inflicted this unspeakable torture on any Elf who dared defy him.

It cast out lines of bloodfire like stories unfolding. Malak stood in the darkness at the base of the altar, his eyes glowing red. "You both are right," he declared, his tone as slick as a politician's. "You two finish the cycle. Your families started it. Your deaths will finish it.” The floor under Lerder’s boots cracked. He shifted fully—muscle stretching, bones snapping, fur sprouting like storm clouds from skin. In seconds, the alpha wolf stood between Malak and Elara, silver-fanged and broad as a warhorse.

His eyes glowed red, burning with hunger and triumph. Lyra stumbled back. “No…” Malek smiled. “You cannot stop what is coming.” Behind him, the forest split open. Rogues poured out, dozens, then hundreds, their bodies warped, their eyes glowing with the same unnatural red. Their movements were jerky, unnatural, as if something else was pulling their strings. Lyra’s breath caught. “What have you done?” Malek spread his arms, shadows swirling around him like a cloak. “I have evolved.”

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.