Malam Kelam Novels & Stories

Dominic instantly pushed me behind his back, his fully healed claws extending as a low, lethal growl vibrated in his chest. Through the frosted mist of the entrance, a solitary figure walked in. He didn’t wear tactical armor, and he didn’t carry a silver weapon. He wore the heavy, dark fur cloak of the Shadow Ridge Alpha, his silver hair glittering beneath the dim moonlight. A massive crescent scar cut across his left eye, mirroring the terrifying, brutal aura radiating from his frame. Malakai. The older brother looked at Dominic, then his black-ringed eyes slid over to me, a slow, drapieżny smirk stretching across his cruel, handsome face. He didn’t look angry; he looked absolutely ecstatic

⸻ Amara stared. ⸻ “Where?” ⸻ Malakai hesitated. ⸻ For the first time since meeting him— The ancient hybrid looked afraid to speak. ⸻ “The last night of Lunaris.” ⸻ A chill raced through Amara. ⸻ The bond beneath her skin pulsed. ⸻ Lucian stepped closer instantly. ⸻ Protective. Always protective. ⸻ His hand brushed hers. ⸻ A simple touch. ⸻

Twenty-Four Years Ago – The Ouroboros Sanctum Young Malachi stood in the center of the floor, his boots clicking against the polished stone. Above him, the Elders sat in a semi-circle, their gold serpent masks reflecting the torchlight. In the corner, a massive brass clock ticked with a heavy, metallic thud. It skipped like a dying heartbeat.

The Great Cathedral of Light was no longer a sanctuary; it was a throat, and it was swallowing them whole. Elara clutched Malachi’s fading form to her chest, her fingers digging into the scorched leather of his tunic. The smell of his burnt palms—flesh sacrificed to set her free—mixed with the cloying, sweet scent of the First Kingdom’s decay. She looked at the center of the Well of Souls, where the shimmering image of Astraeus flickered like a dying candle.

Night fell heavy and unsettled, as if even the stars hesitated to look down upon Moonrise. The valley pulsed with the aftershocks of Aria’s rebirth—every whisper carried her new name, Flameheart, on lips both hopeful and afraid. The unity magic thrummed stronger, but so too did the enemy’s hunger; the celestial seal was barely holding. And as the eclipse ebbed, time felt dangerously thin.

"I sever this bond of darkness. I break the tether forged in deceit and corruption. No shadow shall claim her soul!" A sudden, searing pain shot through Lira’s skull, and she gasped, collapsing to her knees. Her vision blurred as a familiar, suffocating presence pushed against her mind. A voice—low, venomous, and ancient—slithered through her thoughts. "Foolish girl," Malakar whispered, his voice wrapping around her consciousness like a cold serpent. "You think you can escape me?" Lira’s body convulsed as the darkness tightened its grip. Her breath came in shallow gasps, and the world around her distorted as dark tendrils curled through her mind, suffocating her, pulling her deeper into the

Liam's eyes were so dead that she felt she was staring at a different person. He had pure hatred in his eyes, nothing more or less than the desire to see his blood splatter soaking the ground. Malcolm laughed and slowly stood up, wiping the blood from his chin. "If it ain't the Gamma! Don't worry, your precious mate is safe and sound in my bedroom, serving endless males and fulfilling their desires every night. If she ain't the finest piece of flesh, I don't know what is. Her taste is almost addictive!" His words fueled the fire in Liam's eyes, and he swung his sword at Malcolm. Malcolm smirked and began teleporting once more, but something drew him forward. He looked down to see a rope wrap

He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone. “Wow” she said mockingly “I hope your magicules last.” As dark smoke comes out from her palms wrapping Lynx then throwing him against the wall. Lynx protection spell got broken making them exposed on Luma energy suction spell. Luma’s laugh echoed across the cave, like a witch successfully turned a child into a mouse. Thinking how being human weakens the once upon a time strong sentinels of the Moon and Sun. “I am still willing to be your Priestess you know” Luma said to Lynx “Just bow down to me, I will forgive you” she said pulling Lynx closer to her

“Besides, after this, I do not think Liam will want to spend the night with me, and I was strictly told to leave him alone. Not my nephew knows of our dealings here, but he is rather fond of Liam in his own twisted ways.” Malak’s chuckling annoys me, but what has me even more frustrated are his words. “I don’t give two shits who knows about my bed preferences. It's not like I am strictly gay. It's just that Kain happens to be male. This scummy blackmailing doesn’t work on me,” I hiss out my reply. I don’t know who Malak is talking about, but I know he is right on one bit of information. I don’t and will never sleep with him. Especially after this.

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.