Malam Kelam Novels & Stories

** Di malam beranjak larut, ditemani senandung binatang malam yang berpusat di halaman belakang rumah sewaannya, Zie tengah menidurkan sang buah hati hingga benar-benar terbuai dalam mimpi. Tatapan Zie enggan beralih dari pesona yang begitu memukau dari makhluk mungil berusia satu tahun di sampingnya. Sungguh ciptaan Tuhan yang tidak dapat wanita itu sanggah, paras pualamnya sangat menggetarkan palung jiwa. Alana Malaika Azzahra, tumbuh berkembang tidak terduga di dalam rahim Zievana, berawal dari asmara terlarang di malam pertama bersama pria tidak dikenal.

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.

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

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."

The calm Vera had taught me to build—the wall inside my mind made of everything I loved. Mom’s laughter, Dad’s voice, Vera’s lullaby, and Uncle Grant’s jokes that never made sense. I breathed in, and the grayness trembled. The light inside me answered. “Not this time,” I whispered. The shadows gathered before me, swirling, folding into a shape. A tall man in a torn black cloak, skin pale as bone, eyes burning silver instead of red this time. Malachai looked different, emptier. The kind of empty that eats itself.