Darth Revan Darth Malak Novels & Stories

Still, these two were my most reliable arms in combat. "I need my eardrums to rest," Malakai muttered, staring through the haze of his cigarette. "Eve almost destroyed them earlier, and now you're trying to finish the job." "What did you just say to me, you bald fraud?!" Graven barked. I chuckled at their bickering. Nothing was more amusing to me than a textbook display of stupidity. "This shit isn't a joke, Reaper," Malakai said, completely ignoring Graven as he stood up and smoothed down the front of his tailored suit.

His face was handsome, charming, and utterly soulless. He held a staff tipped with a burning orange crystal. Behind him, a dozen warriors in heavy armor poured into the room, their weapons drawn. The Rogue King. Malakar. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on me. He smiled, revealing teeth that were just a little too sharp. "Princess Elara," Malakar said. His voice was smooth like velvet over gravel. "You look just like your mother. Only... angrier." He looked at the box in Drax’s hands.

“The circle is ready, Alpha. The demon marks responded to the Luna’s blood. The siphon will hold.” I turned, smirking. “And the girl?” “She’s breaking,” my Rael murmured beside me, watching the flickering vision of Lucia through the shadow mirror. “Her wolf resists you, but not for long.” I smiled, slow and cruel. “Let her fight. When she finally gives in, she’ll beg for me to end him.” Rael bowed his head. “It could kill her.” “Death,” I murmured, smiling widely “is a small price for rebirth.”

Elara said, taking another step forward, “she uploaded herself willingly. And now, she lives on through me.” Nova Mobile Ops, Remote Link Back at the command plane, Daniel Hawthorne monitored the feeds, watching his second daughter on screen. He whispered to himself. “She’s gone.” But another voice from the shadows spoke. “Not entirely.” Selene’s older brother, Malik Vale, stepped forward. He had been presumed dead during the ORA collapse. “You” Daniel gasped. “You’re alive?” “I went dark for a reason,” Malik said. “I’ve seen what Phoenix can do. But I also know its weakness.”

Out of the portal steps a figure cloaked in shadows, their presence exuding a palpable aura of malevolence. A cold chill runs down my spine as I recognize the sinister gleam in their eyes. It is none other than Malakai, the fallen angel who had long coveted the power of the Nexus for his own dark purposes. His cruel smirk sends a shiver through my being, and I know that our true battle is about to begin. “I see my little protégé has gathered quite the entourage,” Malakai hisses, his voice dripping with malice. “But it matters not. The power of the Nexus will soon be mine, and all shall bow before me.”

Drael said softly, “before she was anything else.” My stomach twisted, nausea rising like a wave. He turned to me fully then. “And now you wear her face again. Her power. Her soul.” He leaned forward slightly. “Tell me, little reborn flame… does it hurt yet?” “Enough,” Malrik hissed. Lightning-fast, Drael vanished— And reappeared behind us. Malrik spun with inhuman speed, slamming Drael into the wall. The plaster cracked like brittle bone. But Drael only laughed.

I nodded briefly and walked out. Soren met me at the door and we walked down to the basement together, him walking a step behind as a sign of hierarchy and respect. At the bottom of the staircase was Dane, my head warrior which was just another word for gamma. He was the unofficial third in command, taking over if for any reason both Soren and I were indisposed. He was huge and bulky with hands that could crush a skull like glass but when he was being the fearsome gamma of the Black Moon pack, he was actually soft like a teddy bear.

It was too late. His men moved immediately, spreading out into the darkness. Her pulse spiked. No. No no no— Reyes' gaze sharpened. "...You lied to me." A gunshot rang out and Harper screamed. "NO—!" From the ridge above, armed figures emerged. And at the centre of them was Malakai. He stood slightly elevated, leaning on his staff, his frame rigid with effort. But his eyes were lethal, focused entirely on Reyes. "You talk too much," Malakai called out, his voice rough but steady.

Damon said, boosting Runa up toward the central manifold. Runa climbed with the agility of a forest cat, her hands slick with oil. She reached the release lever, but as she gripped it, the deck beneath them shuddered. A massive, steam-powered claw swept across the catwalk, pinning Damon against the brass sphere. "DAMON!" Runa screamed. From the shadows, Malakai stepped forward. He wasn't wearing armor; he wore a long grey coat, and his mechanical arm—a masterpiece of brass and silver—was whirring with lethal intent.

"You arrived just in time to witness the rebirth of our species. The Lycans were weak, bound by pack laws and human emotions. These creatures... they are pure, unyielding power. And they obey only me." With a sickening grin, Malakor slammed his obsidian fist into the primary release lever on his console. Across the room, the thousands of glass cylinders began to hiss. The orange fluid drained instantly, and the clicking of thousands of scythe-claws against glass began to echo through the dark. "Kill them," Malakor ordered, pointing his mutated arm directly at Natalia. "And bring me my Queen's head."