Darth Revan Darth Malak Novels & Stories

Then added, “I doubt Arya would be too pleased with your decision anyway.” “If you…” “You don’t get to make any threats, boy.” “Or what?” I said, stepping forward in blatant defiance. One of the wolves stepped ahead of the others, snapping its teeth close to Leighton’s heel. It was Troy again. He squared his shoulders and squatted, relaxing on his haunches. My shoulders heaved slowly, fixing blue eyes on the wolf. As the warm moonlight floated through his bare skin, a dark mass of hair spread through his entire body. His fingers grew longer, curving into talon-like claws, longer than the powerful teeth glistening in the moonlight.

It was the one she had stolen from Alan's computer last night while he was in the shower. In her previous life, all her misfortunes and hells started from this night ten years ago. Fate, indeed, was like a reincarnation. She was reborn. Back ten years ago. Heaven had actually given her a second chance to choose a chance. "Alan..." Diana stumbled up and chased him out. He had just left, it was still not too late. Never let Alan give up the project in the eastern suburbs, never! Underground parking lot.

I blamed you for what happened, for the life I lost. Camille gasped after hearing that. She grabbed a buzzer to get a doctor as it was clear something terrible was happening to Katherine, but her hand stopped in the middle of the move when she heard another word. - I was reborn.- Alpha whispered. Those words were challenging but also so refreshing. - The Moon Goddess brought me back, giving me the chance to fix my mistakes. And I was doing good, knowing your moves, I could prevent them. Camille was watching her with the wide-open eyes. Was this possible? Was Katherine brought back to life?

The one who had orchestrated it from the shadows. The one who had betrayed Lunara all those years ago. And the one who now stood before me, watching with eyes that glowed like molten fire. Malakai. I took a slow step forward, my pulse steady even as my body braced for what was to come. Luca and Damien flanked me, their presence grounding me, but I knew—this was my fight. Malakai smiled, his voice like silk laced with poison. “So, you finally remember.”

She had reclaimed her lineage, not through vengeance, but through her unyielding will to rise above. As Aline walked away from the villain of her past, she held her head high. She had proven that her true lineage was one of strength and resilience. And as she and Ethan faded into the shadows, they left behind a legacy of triumph over adversity, a story of a Luna who had found her place in the world.

His eyes were locked on the collapsed tunnel ahead, every muscle in his body coiling like a wolf scenting the hunter that once brought him to his knees. The air pulsed again. That voice—dark and honey-coated with malice—whispered through the stone. —Bring me the mother. And the child. Malik’s jaw clenched. “He found us,” he murmured. Sarai felt her throat tighten. “Is he… like the Starved Ones?” Malik turned to her slowly, eyes burning a deep, ancient red. “He made the Starved Ones.” Sarai flinched. “Made—how?”

Daniel, Dima, and Rovan appeared and froze, staring in astonishment at Malik standing before them, a perfect replica of Hashmat's face. Malik: The Nasser mask failed, but I think we succeeded with this one. Daniel entered, running a finger along the mask. Daniel: I knew Nasser's mask would fail, but this... this is exactly like it. Malik: I'm leaving now. Malik went into his room, put on his Malik clothes, and carefully placed his papers and ID card in his pockets, as if creating a new identity. Dima entered the room, stood beside him, and pressed a long, passionate, almost violent kiss to the mask, reflecting the intensity and urgency of the moment.

"Did you think a little lava could stop the evolution of the Silver Line?" "You aren't evolving!" I shouted, holding Leo tighter. "You’re just a puppet for a man who hates us!" Selene laughed, and the sound made my skin crawl. "Malakor is gone. The architect is my partner now. He gave me the strength to survive. Now, give me the boy, or I’ll let my clones tear this station apart." The squad of clones moved forward in perfect unison. They looked exactly like me same height, same hair but their eyes were dead. They drew their violet swords, the blades humming with a sound that made my teeth ache.

“A blank slate? Is that supposed to make me feel better? My empire is in ruins! My name is poisoned! I’m… nothing, Kael. Nothing.” Kael approached the shattered window, looking out at the rain-soaked streets. “Nothing… yet. That’s the beauty of it. Nothing can be rebuilt. Nothing can be remade. But only if you stop clinging to the ghosts of the past.” > Revan’s eyes flickered with a mix of anger, despair, and something he hadn’t felt in months—fear. “And if I fail again?” Kael’s gaze turned sharp. “Then you truly will have nothing. But if you survive, if you learn, maybe one day, you’ll understand the cost of arrogance—and maybe even the price of revenge.”

a voice said from the shadows of the Elder Tree. ​A man stepped forward, his skin covered in the same jagged, ancient runes as the Vanes, but his markings were a dark, obsidian black. He looked like an older version of Kaelen, his body built of scarred muscle and iron. ​"Kaelen?" Maya gasped. ​"Not Kaelen," the man said, his voice a deep, vibrating resonance. "I am Malakor Vane. The First Exile. The one your father left behind on the Moon to rot a century ago."