Novel & Cerita Malachi Aphmau

The senior elder, Malachi, a man who had served three Alphas and was rumored to know where every body in the Silver Moon was buried. He wasn't looking at the fire. He wasn't looking at the High Elder. He was looking directly at me. His eyes, pale and piercing even in the dim light, seemed to lock onto mine with a terrifying clarity. There was no warmth in his gaze, no polite curiosity of a pack member greeting a newcomer. There was only a deep, ancient recognition. Slowly, with a deliberate, chilling grace, Malachi raised his silver chalice. He didn't toast the High Elder, nor did he toast the new Luna. He raised the glass to me. A silent, singular salute.

This was truly personal. And when men like Malachi make things personal… The city burns.

His dominance and arrogance demanded it. But instead of his powerful and authoritative posture, Ariella shrank into the back of the chair, a look of terror in her eyes like a hunted animal. Malachi stood in the doorway, his feet fused to the marble floor as he watched helplessly the wound that gaped on her chest. Then he would wake up, covered in sweat, his throat strangled with silent screams. "Sounds like your daydream is actually a nightmare." Malachi stared at Hamilton cooly, at the flippant way that he'd brushed off his confession.

He was smart, I could acknowledge that and I would admit that I was trapped. Things like these were unfamiliar to me. I was walking on unfamiliar grounds at this point and I didn’t want to lose my steps. I couldn’t turn to Cahir now because I didn’t know what I’d see and this man knew I wouldn’t want to look weak and indecisive, at least not in front of my mate. “What can you possibly do for me, Malachi?” I asked in a blank tone. “I was attacked less than twenty-four hours upon entering your lands. It feels like someone here wants to send

“I don’t want harm to come to her any more than you do. This situation is way too serious for you to handle on your own, don’t you see that? We need to get help from Delmar.” Malachai was stuck in a brief silence. He seemed to be struggling to make his decision, and for once Alex could sense a state of fear rising up in him. “I can’t,” he shook his head. “If the Domineers have hostile intentions in store for my people, then I can’t afford to waste any time. I have to try. I have to do something.” With that, he began walking away again.

"Are you with the Crest? The Silver-Moon?" The man laughed, a dry, humorless sound. "I am Malachi. And I am with no one. This village doesn't exist on your maps. It’s a place for those the world has forgotten—or those who wish to be forgotten." "I have to go back," I said, struggling to find my footing despite the weakness in my limbs. "Caleb... the Alpha. He’ll be looking for me. He’ll be destroying everything to find us." "He is," Malachi said calmly. "He’s currently threatening to execute his own Council because they suggested he stop the search. He’s a king now, Elara. An Alpha King. And a very dangerous one."

This was going to be my life now…constant questions, constant doubt, constant reminders that people saw my wheelchair before they saw me. "That was impressive." I jerked upright. Malachi stood in the doorway, his shoulder against the frame, his expression unreadable. "How long have you been standing there?" I demanded. "Long enough," he said, pushing off the doorframe and walking into the office. "You handled them well. Didn't let them intimidate you." "Was there something you needed?" I asked, keeping my voice cool. "We need to talk, Zendaya." "No, we don't." "Yes," Malachi said firmly, closing the office door behind him. "We do."

"Listen to you?! I've always done so! It's your turn to do the same — apologize to the innocent man!" "He's not innocent! Stop painting him as one, will you?!" "Yes he is! You're just being shameless and trying to deflect the blame! You're also biting the hand that fed YOU. FED US. Pull us into the light when everything was dark. He's always been nice, good, and kind to you! To us! When our family had little, he gave us more. When we were starving, he'd bring us food. Why are we repaying him with betrayal? While he was here waiting for you to come home, for hours! He waited for hours, Nora! But the whole time, YOU WERE CHEATING ON HIM INSTEAD!"

"I don't want a war. Not yet. I want my power. I want to be whole." Kaelen nodded, a smile on his face. "Your Celestial core is awake. It's chaotic. If you don't learn to control it you will burn yourself from the inside out. There is one man who can teach you to use the Aether without losing your soul." "The Healer " I guessed. "The Exile " Ryker corrected. "His name is Malachi. He lives in the Mystic Forest, between the High Peaks and the Northern Reach. He is the one who has survived the transition from Alpha to Celestial."

Aiden's father asked his mother. "Yes, if you do." They may love each other or care for each other, but she was still a breeder and so still referred to her owner for everything. "Okay, what would you like to know Luna Kate?" "Your names would be a nice start." I joked. "I am so sorry." Alpha Reed said. "Bad Manners. This is Delta Squad Leader, Harry Tim, his breeder, Malia and their son, Aiden." "Thank you for talking to me. When did you buy Malia.