Novel & Cerita Darth Revan Darth Malak

Pretty boy Ronin. Malak is known for being calculating. With his short black hair that nearly grazed his shoulders. Dark chocolate hooded almond eyes that betrayed no emotion, the intelligence behind those eyes was scary. A very defined Cupid's bow on those gorgeous swollen lips. Smooth tan skin except for the stubble that graced his jaw. He was tall like Seph with more muscle to him. His wings were a real thing of beauty. Dark as night with each feather speckled with black diamonds. A whip attached to his hip tipped with silver and gold, two short swords at his back. Tall, dark, and absolutely deadly.

Artemis' grip over his shoulder loosened just from the shock. Malaka's head flew 40 meters away, just like her self-confidence. A High-tier beast from which she had been running away from for several hours was killed in a single strike. [~Cursed-Malaka Killed~] [Gained Saturation Points +7] [Gained Soul Crystal+3] [Gained Fire-based Affinity] 'One down… five left...' Creed didn't even have the time to process the gains right now. He rushed straight, while the two closest Malakas jumped at him from both sides.

They were a brilliant, burning gold—brighter than they had ever been before. “Mama?” he asked, his voice clear and strong. “I saw the voices. But I told them to go away. I told them I already had a home.” I pulled him into my arms, sobbing with relief. Liam sat up a moment later, rubbing his eyes as if he had just woken from a long, deep sleep. “I’m hungry,” Liam muttered, making me laugh through my tears. “Elara, look out!” Hale’s warning came just in time. I spun around to see Malakai standing in the centre of the room. His armour was cracked, and one side of his face was covered in silver blood, but the fury in his eyes was enough to freeze the blood in my veins.

“This can’t be real. She… she wouldn’t dare.” But she had. I saw it with my own eyes. In my previous life, I had noticed how close Selena and Malcolm were. Their stolen glances, the small smiles they shared when they thought no one was looking. But I’d brushed it off back then, thinking it was nothing. Selena was the Luna, the king’s chosen. It was unthinkable. Unholy. And Malcolm… he was loyal. Or so I’d thought. But now, in this life, I knew better.

He was the Supreme Commander of Gina's original pack, and her father's most dangerous warrior. Malakai was built like a mountain, his long black hair braided tightly with silver rings. But it was his eyes that made Gina’s blood run cold. They weren't wolf eyes—they were twin pools of endless, swirling cosmic purple. He possessed a rare, ancient magic that perfectly mimicked the celestial frequencies of the Moonborn. The moment Malakai’s gaze landed on Gina, his cosmic eyes turned completely pitch-black with a sudden, toxic obsession. He ignored Gabriel completely, his heavy boots crushing the dirt as he marched straight toward the steps where Gina stood.

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

In that quiet moment, watching the terrifying deference the warriors showed him, she understood more clearly than ever that her loving mate and the formidable Púca King were one and the same. ​After the warriors disappeared into the trees, Malakai turned back toward the cabin. Stepping through the doorway, he moved closer to his mate. Without a word, he picked her up into his arms, holding her flush against his chest. ​"I didn't mean to wake you," he murmured softly into the dark. ​Leia shook her head, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. "No, you didn't wake me. I just missed you." ​Malakai smiled, the sharp edge of his divine wrath melting away as he buried his head in her shoulder,

Deven adjusted his posture, tensing his body as he looked towards the trees. Stepping out from the shadows, Malakai's appearance was reminiscent of a dark ripple against the gray sky. He glided with the usual disconcerting elegance, his face impossible to interpret. However, today he seemed to have a certain edge to him that was not present before. He exuded the demeanor of someone aware that he was on the verge of altering the path of history, regardless of others' opinions. Malakai's voice, barely audible like a whisper on the wind, carried the weight of inevitability. He came to a stop right before reaching the altar, his gaze darting to Amora briefly before resting on Deven. "It is now t

She closes her brown eyes and next they know,she opens them again, but now with a hazel glint shining in them. The Rebel was in control. Let the fight begin.

" Marcus's voice was tight with worry as he asked. Dominick softly assisted Lisa in sitting up, his heart thumping in his chest. Her reflexes were still keen despite the agony, and even though she winced, her eyes were immediately sweeping the battlefield. The ground began to tremble more fiercely with every second that went along. "Get ready!" Marcus's voice was powerful as he called out to the flock. "Get into rankings! Something is about to happen. Lisa's eyes grew wide, and she grabbed Dominick's arm. "That's him. Eryndor’s last weapon. It’s still alive."