Malam Kelam Novels & Stories

However, before I could turn back, I hear elder Merlin screaming Malachi's name. His wolf so different from others, he literally stands out. Black with a huge white crescent moon on the center of his back. He was fighting the possessed attackers with so much power. For a twelve year old, the boy is good. Then from the corner of my eye, I see Lucifer. I can tell that he is invisible to everyone. He gets near Malachi and kisses him, but nothing happens. Frustrated, he draws a long silver sword and directs it into the young wolf. Malachi howls in so much pain and falls down.

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.

, she asked more firmly, her gaze flickering between the two brothers. Samael opened his mouth to speak but Ender beat him to it, "Amahl will come for you". A look of uncertainty and confusion settled on her face before she asked, "Who is Amahl? And what does he want with me?". Ender sighed wearily and pinched the bridge of his nose before he spoke, "Amahl is the king of the night demons, incubi and succubi to be exact and he will come for you because your parents promised you to him as his bride"

And because of that, the balance has been set. I once again flinches when the man with black outfit jumped on the monster and use his sword to attack. He landed a successful hit to the monster's neck. With the black fog surrounding the man's body, I can tell, the man is a Black stage Malemyn. Malemyn, The person gifted with power that is above all people on the earth. Although there are stages with their power, Malemyn are strong. But their power can also harm them. Once they were overpowered by their gifted power, there's a possibility that they will also become a monster that will be unstoppable.

Within the smoke, I can see lightning that flashes crazily around. "What?" I hiss, leaning in closer to get a better look. "Is that?" "A bad omen." I don’t speak as Rosa makes her way toward me and sits the clothes she brought me down on my bed. "We just spotted it ourselves." "What island is it?" "Fulgor," Rosa admits. "We fear that Mount Malum may be erupting." "But I thought that Mount Malum was dormant." "It was," Rosa confirms. "But it seems that it has come back to life."

"Welcome, dear pack. I have been expecting you," Malachi's voice resonated, sending chills down their spines. Their eyes locked on the figure standing before them—a tall, cloaked silhouette, his features obscured by darkness. Malachi's presence was suffocating, his very essence radiating malevolence. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, reflecting the depths of his twisted soul. "You have come to challenge me, to defy the fate I have woven. How amusing," Malachi taunted, his voice laced with a sickening satisfaction. "But know this, your efforts are futile. You cannot escape the destiny I have crafted for you."

I edge forward and slide my dainty hand into his huge paw. I sense Mal’s unease and say, “It’s okay, Mal. I’m here. Show me all your dreams and all the nightmares that plague you.” “Kaiya, I can’t. Not in one nap or even one night. It will take a long time,” Malleus replies in a voice as parched as the scorched earth beneath our feet. “No need to rush. Tell me about this one. What can you tell me?” “Nothing. This one is new.”

The incantation to muffle the sights and sounds around us does little good to stop the banshee’s screams. I grab his hands and chant with him. “Clausus sonare. Angustos lux. Hoc aspectu in domum custodire ab omni malo. Clausus sonare. Angustos lux. Hoc aspectu in domum custodire ab omni malo.”

The candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls, making the grotesque carvings seem to writhe in anticipation. Finally, a regal vampire, Lord Malachi , his silver hair impeccably styled and his crimson eyes narrowed with concern, broke the suffocating silence. "So, we have all felt it then? That… presence?" His voice, smooth as aged velvet, held a tremor he couldn't entirely conceal. A lifetime of carefully cultivated composure threatened to crumble under the weight of this ancient dread.