Darth Revan Darth Malak Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading thus far! Dorin and the rest of the gang will be back in Phasma Phase 5 :D . The faces in the dark have all been unmasked, and the secretive Erian aka Elazar Ravante the Silver Tongue has gone to gods know where. Dorin, on the other hand, is much too busy having fun in the university to bother about such things. After all, there's so much he wants to learrn, even when he gets stuck inside the walled city during summer while his friends go home to visit their families.

Malachai said to Zak as he regained his grip on his sword, “But I’m not willing to abandon our people when we’re this close to saving them. We’re going in, and we’re going in to kill!” “I’m with you,” Zak breathed nervously but confidently. “This is for everything they’ve done!” “This is for Ravenna!” Malachai grabbed hold of the door’s handle and quickly pulled it open. The two of them charged inside. Upon entering the room, Malachai targeted the first person he saw. The Domineer closest to him had his back turned and Malachai did not stop charging until he had run him through with his sword. He gasped futilely for breath as Zak made for his own target. Another Domineer had been standing ju

The palm presses down on the middle of her windpipe in a harsh manner, though it's only enough to stifle some of her air, after all, he needed to savor the look of want and need that bellows in her eyes. Snap! Malakai’s legs begin to regrow to the prime of their youth like the rest of his body. His legs extend to their full length along with his hips and back. The spin in his stern cracks loud enough to be mixed in with their moans. Thus, the bone grows and once it's done, he reverts to his pinnacle perfection of height, weight, and muscle mass. The queen’s hands that still lingered in his hair loosened and her palms dropped to his shoulders almost like a submissive partner would once they r

She waited, ready to offer comfort the moment those eyes opened. In the shadowed corridors of Ara’s mind, reality dissolved into a dreamlike haze. She stood in a familiar yet distorted version of her childhood home, the wooden floorboards creaking beneath her bare feet. Soft golden light filtered through lace curtains, but beyond the windows, an encroaching darkness pressed inward like living smoke. Her father stood before her—strong, steady, exactly as she remembered him before the illness had stolen him away. His gentle smile crinkled the corners of his eyes, and his calloused hand reached out to brush a strand of hair from her tear-streaked face.

"How's my sister?" "Sound asleep," Vador replied. "Something is wrong," Aleister said entering the room "Someone is coming," his eyes were now shades of grey "Avan,Emma,go,take Avan with you. Go to Alizon" "The dark witches are back," Vador said his eyes changing color." "That's right," someone replied across the room with her back turned. Immediately Vador was tied to a metal chair and so was Aleister. "How's the dark lord?" She asked turning to face them.

"Perfect timing. Just keep her at bay while I take her out.” But Malik did not advance on me. Instead he moved to stand between Selene and me, protective coloring apparent in his posture. “I don’t think so,” he whispered. Selene’s look went from perplexed to angry in the blink of an eye. "What are you doing? We had an agreement. You help me take her, and once Darius is dead, she's all yours." "I lied," Malik said simply. “I joined your little rebellion in order to destroy it from within. You honestly thought I would help you torture an innocent woman for revenge?”

In them, I could see Draven’s team stopped at the door. I shoved past and understood that too. Malachai stood in the center, veiled by Kira's body. The visual disconnect was horrifying. Marcus's headless corpse lay at his feet. “Draven and the rogue Alpha with his rebels,” Malachai said, facing Draven. "How quaint." Then he saw me. Recognition flickered. "And Cassian Valen. The shattered Alpha trying to resurrect. I followed your failures from my prison. Watch you run your mate into the ground with pride and weakness.”

The rogue finally inquired. "A portrait of her parents—the late Alpha and Luna of Bloodmoon," Malakai revealed. The rogue and Malakai engaged in an intense stare-down, their gazes locking in a way that made everyone else around them tense and uneasy. It was as if they had encountered each other before, but the memories remained elusive. Finally, the rogue gave a subtle nod to the young boy standing at his side, a boy who appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old. Without hesitation, the boy placed two fingers in his mouth and emitted a sharp, piercing whistle.

The highest spiritual authority in our kingdom ordered the murder of a ten-year-old boy over a failed political deal. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming out loud because the metallic taste of blood was the only thing keeping me anchored to reality. My father played dangerous games with corrupt men and he almost got my little brother burned alive to pay for his mistakes. Galen Asteri was a coward who traded his own children for a better seat at the royal table and I hated him more than ever in that moment. The rage burning in my chest rivaled the green fire still consuming the palace courtyard outside these stone walls.

“So formal, Dragon King. You were always a bit stiff, weren’t you?” Elara’s heart pounded. The name sounded like a curse in her mind. “You…” Verath’s voice was tight with anger and disbelief. “You’re alive.” Malakar’s lips curved. “I was never truly dead. You just never looked closely enough.” He stepped forward, the shadows around him swirling like living smoke. “And now I am here for her.” His gaze locked onto Elara, dark and piercing. “For the blood that should have been mine, the power that could have been mine.”