Mal Wicked World Novels & Stories

Malikul revealed that name full of wrath. Wan clasped his hands together and sat on the chair. “Yes. I have learned about him after a thorough investigation. He also worked closely with the werewolf tribe.” Malikul’s body tensed up as his face became rigid once again. “Come again, what?” Wan wet his lips, formulating his next sentence carefully. “As we all know. This world is divided into three factions.” “Upperworld, Underworld and The Unknown. Yes, I know.”

Miles was getting feverish. The work he did took great power. It was not something a normal human could do without fainting. “The world there is evil. There is no spirit world here but there is in the twenties. Their evil is so high and much that they made the spirit world by themselves.” “Is that world so evil?” Angela asked wondering what level of evilness she was referring to.

" I told you I won't die by your hand, I have learned not to rely on the power of guns only , I have learned to use the black magic in the Mafia world ? Do you know why?! I want to take over and I have to take over the underworld, it's my turn to shoot he says slowly bringing out his handgun, Malcolm didn't move , he didn't bulge, he just smirks. Mark pulls the trigger to shoot him but he couldn't move his hand , his hand became stiff while his men pulls their trigger and Malcolm men also pulls their trigger. Malcolm angrily kicks him, if I cannot kill you by beating you to death, I wanted to do this later but you have aroused the anger in me and I am going to vent it on you" Malcolm says, M

Marcus said and quickly touched my leg. I could see it. The future that he wanted. I was standing on a thrown before everyone, and Marcus was on the other side. I was powerful, and I am not going to lie; it felt good. But then I saw the destruction of our Realm. Housed were burnt down, and humans and werewolves were suffering. You could see humans, werewolves, and even children dead on the streets. Dragons, Vampires, and evil witches ruled. What shocked me was that I didn't care that they were suffering. I was Evil. I opened my eyes and looked at Marcus, who had a huge smile. I smiled back at him.

“What is wrong with me?” Malrik crouched in front of me, movements slow, careful, like approaching a wounded animal. “There is nothing wrong with you,” he said. “You’re waking up.” “Waking up as what?” His silence was the answer I didn’t want. “Tell me,” I whispered. “Tell me what I’m becoming.” He met my eyes. And for the first time since I met him, Malrik Kaine — monster, king, immortal — looked afraid. “You,” he said slowly, “are becoming the thing that will end every world if it wants to.”

You can be too, if you just stay with me until the end and listen very, very carefully. In the year 3012, in the reality of Earth 61235, more commonly called as the Majikku Reality, or simply the Magical World, it was rumored that the Dark-Cored wizards have started attacking again. There has been a century of peace in the realm people have become lenient and relaxed. However, eveeything changed when Light-Cored Wizards and Witches started dying.

I step up to him and we are chest to chest as he peers down into my eyes. “Please don’t act like you know a single thing about me and what I do and don’t know. Rogues are the scourge of the werewolf world. They are the filth on the bottom of our paws that we so easily wash away in the river beds.” His words are dripping with malice.

It was a domestic scent, so alien to this space of cold steel and flickering monitors that it felt like we had stepped into a different dimension. ​Malakai wandered into the kitchen then, looking significantly better after a few hours of sleep, though his neck was still heavily bandaged. He stopped at the sight of Julian Blackwood, the most powerful man in the North American pack system, flipping a slightly charred pancake while a four-year-old cheered. ​"I’ve lived through three gang wars and two Council purges," Malakai said, leaning against the fridge. "But this is easily the most disturbing thing I’ve ever seen."

The Moon Goddess herself manifests, her form cloaked in silver and shadow, her face both tender and terrible. Malik stiffens as her gaze settles on him. The Goddess’s voice is soft, yet it reverberates through the spirit world like thunder. “Malik,” she says, her tone edged with sorrow and wrath. “You were born of my creation, gifted the blood of wolves. But you corrupted what was given. You murdered, betrayed, and stained your soul with darkness. You are a disgrace. A waste of creation.” “No,” Malik gasps, thrashing against the chain, his voice breaking into panic. “No, not that—anything but that!”

“But… if there is no link, you will be separated from your wolf and lose him. You’ll lose everything.” "It’s your choice," the woman said softly. "But know this: if Malachai takes full control of you, he will use you to destroy the world as we know it." Before Selene could answer, the room shook violently, and a chilling laugh reverberated through the chamber. “Too late,” a voice boomed, sending shivers down their spines. In the middle of the chamber Malachai appeared; his silver eyes were glowing with malice. “You thought you could hide from me?” he sneered. “Foolish.”