Malam Kelam Novels & Stories

The enchantment that was covering the entire forest quivered with excitement at feeling the awakening of malice from him, and the already dark forest turned even darker that Samel’s wolf form with his heightened senses could only see the five meter space around him. But, the captain’s figure at this moment is surrounded by a black light that allowed Samel’s wolf form to see his appearance. The disgusting black tentacles, and the face that is cruelly painted and filled with dark marks along with the hollow white eyes gave Samel a different kind of feeling. Samel tightened his vigilance at the clear feeling of something filthy crawling around the surroundings while spying at him. The feeling i

He roared a question, every part of his transformed body was dark as if tar had been splashed all over his skin. The pupils of his eyes were covered in nothing but blackness— as if lifeless, they glared at Renesmee who was now blinking blankly, with confusion. The ground began shaking while the sky roared— it was late for Renesmee to react when Liam rushed in her direction. "You shall pay!" Liam hissed in an omnipresent voice. — Blackness was the night, of the Cold Night cursed by the whispers of Malbonte. •••

He was rubbing soothing circles on my back just like he always did whenever I was anxious or nervous about something. We made it to the main floor where so many people were already present, on seeing Damien some men did a small bow, I didn't pay much attention to everyone's action as I was trying my best to smile. Ruhee passed a grin with a small thumbs up. She was standing with a woman who looked slightly older than her. An old couple made their way in our direction with a young guy following them. "They are the alpha and the luna of the dark moon pack," Damien whispered in my ear, "behind them is their son, the future alpha of the pack."

The night sky was quiet and empty, the darkness in his soul was now gone, the feelings of love and peace returned to him, and he stood up, glancing at his side, he saw a silver glittering lamptern, stretched towards him, the face of the person unknown. "Here, take it!" Wandering what it was, Malison turned as his gaze was fixed on his friend. "Come on Mal, take it!" A soft voice spoke in a breath, like a gentle breeze blowing through the air. Its soft touch ruffling his mind, as it spread through his soul, touching his heart, the silver glow of the lamp lit up his eyes, the warm yellow light of the moon reflected upon his heart; as he bowed his head towards the man with his hand extended to

That was his first thought. All of his properties are heavily protected with CCTV cameras and there will be guards patrolling around all the time. But nothing gives protection like lights and so every nook and corner of his properties are well-lit. The low-life creatures only like the darkness and thrive in it. They cannot stand the light and light repels them. He heard some shouts from that direction and he ran towards the darkness. He saw a couple of the security guards confronting a couple of guys and his lips curved to a smirk noticing their tattoos. Seeing the lights smashed, his blue eyes filled with ruthlessness.

Rafe was sitting on his bed, stroking the strange grimoire beside him, when his hand became electrocuted. "Damn it! This ancient relic always brings trouble." the man cursed. This man was attractive, but his eyes had turned dark, as if no human being was present. Rafe then lit a cigar and smoked it slowly, savoring every exhaled nicotine smoke. "Women are simple creatures. Push them to the brink, and they’ll fold." "I owe Aline one for making Luna so vulnerable." He exhaled some more cigarette smoke and smiled horribly. "Luna, we only meet in dreams for now. But once you yield to me, our destiny will come to fruition." this man spoke as if he had lived thousands of years.

The sound of the Bloodmoon Pack being mentioned reminded me of my questions from yesterday. “What’s the Malikah?” I asked quietly, and Conri sighed heavily. “The Malikah isn’t a what; it’s a who. As Devil said, the Malikah is a legend. Something that I’ve been hearing since I was a pup. Malikah literally means Divine Queen. It was said that she would come during a time of need to either guide the packs into a brighter future or damn us all. But legend says that the Malikah has brought hell on earth for the past five centuries, so I don’t know why this time would be any different.”

The dim lighting of the room seemed to amplify the gravity of their situation. Alpha Malcolm's face was etched with determination, deep lines creasing his brow. His voice, low and resolute, began to weave a tale. "I have searched for the Luminari heir," he started, his words measured. "Sent emissaries to the ancient lands, contacted old allies, offered rewards." His voice echoed through the room, a testament to his unwavering resolve. Elara nodded, her eyes somber, her gaze cast downward. " About twenty years ago, I received a cryptic message," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "A rumor of a Luminari child, hidden. In the Eastern Mountains."

Malachai’s POV The night embraced me with the familiar, velvety thickness of a realm that had long ago accepted my dominion, a darkness that did not merely surround me but bent toward me, bowed for me, waited for me the way ancient servants once waited with trembling hands and lowered eyes for the command of their king, and as I walked through the forest, each step causing the ground to hum faintly beneath my feet, I could feel the air tighten as if holding its breath, as if the world itself understood that tonight would be carved into supernatural history as the night I, Malachai, master of shadow realms, breaker of celestial covenants, devourer of kings, manipulator of fates older than the

The burned parchment crumbled at my touch, revealing flawless handwriting beneath: "Come alone to the Ruins of Amara by moonrise. Bring the amulet. Or watch your pups learn how thoroughly shadows can play." Beneath the words, two tiny handprints, one glowing faintly silver, the other smudged with what smelled like Luca's tears. Malcolm appeared in the entrance, his moontouched pallor now sickly gray. The shadowwound in his side had spread, black veins spiderwebbing toward his heart. He took one look at the scroll and bared his teeth.