Romans & histoires Malam Kelam

“I hope you’re not planning to touch it, my Lady. You wouldn’t want Lord Casimir to get angry again.” “I’m not,” my future self said smoothly, though my thoughts screamed the opposite. “I just want to know more. It wouldn’t hurt to learn.” Helena swallowed. “You weren’t born before this happened. Lord Malakar… he’s over five hundred years old.” My future self nodded. “He’s warned every generation. Anyone who touches that forbidden light will die—but not an easy death. I heard a rogue once tried it. No one saw what happened, but he vanished. Lord Malakar never explained it. He only said anyone who touches it will meet a cruel fate.”

The very fabric of reality seems to be unraveling, and the whispers of the unknown are a chilling reminder that something ancient and evil lurks just beyond the edge of perception. Malvar emerged from his chambers in a long, black cloak, his silver eyes gleaming like moonstones in the faint light. His boots were laced tight, ready for flight or fight, as he moved with an unsettling grace, his dark form blending with the shadows, becoming one with the night. The lantern he raised cast an eerie glow on his face, its light dancing in his eyes like a malevolent spark. Malvar arrived at a door, at the west wing of the pack house, his three rapid knocks followed by two slow ones echoing through th

That's part of him being my protector. Malum snapped his fingers and two men came in. I recognized one of them as the one from the woods. His completely black eyes made me think of Kaleshia’s completely blue eyes, making me long for home even more. The other one looked like he never ate a day in his life. His bones and veins were prominent and his skin was pale. "Grab them," Malum said in a bored voice. the two came forward, one of them unlocking the door. Lycer growled and turned around, wrapping his arms around me. The one with the black eyes started to rip him off of me.

"Might be a while before the lights come back." Lauren stood by the counter, her heart hammering against her ribs. The darkness felt like a permission slip. "I don't mind the dark, Malachi. It makes things... clearer." Malachi stopped, his dark eyes locking onto hers. He walked toward her, his presence filling the small space until she was backed against the new marble countertop. He didn't touch her, but she could feel the heat radiating off him. "You've been watching me for fourteen days. You think I haven't noticed?"

she asked, the name tasting like ash on her tongue. “Yes,” Verath confirmed. “And he isn’t alone.” The ground trembled beneath her boots, and a rumble echoed across the mountains. Shadows stretched unnaturally, curling along the obsidian walls like living serpents. The torches lining the courtyard flickered violently, throwing the castle into strange, hypnotic light. Then, from the darkness, he appeared. Malakar Veyne stepped forward, shadows clinging to him like smoke. His pale face was partially hidden beneath a loose cowl, but the silver flecks in his coal-black eyes gleamed with centuries of malice. “Elara Nightvale,” he said smoothly, almost reverently. “The healer. The key.”

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains explicit, highly detailed sexual content, high-intensity dark romance themes, and strong language. Reader discretion is strictly advised. Malakai The digital clock on the obsidian nightstand read 3:14 AM. The storm outside had settled into a steady, rhythmic thrumming against the reinforced glass windows, painting the dark master bedroom in long, shifting shadows of deep indigo and neon violet. I wasn't sleeping. I couldn't.

Dark, severe, cut for a century that would not return. "Prince Lucien has set a trap for the hunters who disrupted last week's gathering," Malachi said. "The ones who took his tribute. He invites you to observe the evening's entertainment." Elias did not turn around. The last daylight thinned behind the cathedral's spire. The stained glass above the entrance dimmed to lead and shadow. "Very well." Elias smiled. He stepped into the dusk and was gone.

I felt blank, at a total loss of words, Mal didn’t look like he was kidding, his eyes were dripping out black blood and I know what it means. He always had dark blood dripping down his eyes whenever he saw something horrifying. Mal was born a pure vampire unlike my brother and he was blessed with extraordinary abilities, one that made my brother and myself unqualified to ever call ourselves a king. “Mal, listen to me. Calm down okay, just tell me what you saw.” I try to reason with him, it’s useless trying to get anything off him when he’s in such a state. “Breathe.” I told him. “Now, tell me what you saw.”

She was sure the dark elf brought her to the northern part of Axum, where the only information she knew was about the harshest winter and the home of the Alaris—the Axumean Ice Elves. “Listen, Xoxo. We need to be in that forest before dusk. Give me your warmth, and let’s have a feast on dinner.” Malaika carefully planned everything. She couldn’t have any miscalculation since her body would succumb to the cold anytime sooner. Once she finished hunting snow leopard and an elk, it would save her this coming night. She was starving. She had not eaten anything since the day she was abducted. How long had it been? Was it three days? Or four? Malaika could not count.