Malam Kelam Novels & Stories

At least not publicly. I decided to get up and go down to the dungeon and Leo still looked broken from his mother’s death. He didn’t look up at me when I got there, and Amelia growled at me from the other cell. “Shut the fuck up or I’ll cut your tongue out.” I said to her. I looked over at the other cells on the other wall and there were four vampires in there, weak from vervain. But they had only been here overnight. None of them were broken yet.

The sweat had already covered his whole body. He released his hand and rose without doing anything to him. “You don’t know who Eagle is.” BAM! An explosion erupted not far from there, although Amino wasn’t sure where it was. Malikul looked up and his smile deepened and brighter. “Ah…” He moaned excitedly like a psycho. “The doom is coming…” his eyes looked down, staring hard at Amino. His barn red eyes pierced through his vision, and a pair of fangs appeared within his mouth. “He is coming to take your soul.”

James said while stepping towards his room. Alina and her mom giggle in fulfillment. Who doesn't know about Bobby Jane, that Playboy who is well known in the entire city, a 69 years old distorted man who just knows how to screw a young lady. He is the most ridiculously revolting man in the entire city who simply flaunts his cash and screws various ladies consistently day and night. Additionally, his main side interest is to toss his cash into futile spots. "Mother looks, this whore and that debased elderly man, it's a decent match," Alina asked while grinning towards Emily.

As soon as we enter the classic and unmistakable metallic smell of blood floods my senses, we take a couple of steps and from inside the voice of one of my men speaks to me. “Sir…” Malcolm says quietly, approaching me, with his gloves full of blood. “Malcom… how are we doing?...” I ask, he looks at Claus next to me with a frown and doesn't answer, Claus is not very loved by my men, although they respect him they don't like him very much… “Malcom?... turn your attention back to me” “You still don't speak sir...” I nod and hear Claus laugh next to me. "Okay Malcolm… that's all you can go…" I order the man in front of me, he sees me for a moment then Claus who looks at him with contempt, nods

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."

"Shouldn't you be... causing discord? Tempting mortals?" A slow, devastating smile curved his lips. He shrugged off the jacket, revealing a simple black shirt stretched taut over shoulders that spoke of contained, ancient power. He moved with a predator's grace, closing the distance between them, stopping just outside the circle of light cast by her desk lamp. The scent of him intensified, wet earth, leather, and that core of smouldering embers, uniquely Malakai. It wasn't the sulfur and brimstone of lesser demons; it was the scent of deep, primal things, of storms and the heart of mountains.

had been broken. “I am the King!” Malakai roared, and for a second, his power flared—a desperate, dying embers of the god he had tried to become. He lunged at me, his claws extended. But he never reached me. A massive black shadow crashed through the hole in the ceiling, slamming into Malakai with the force of a falling star. It was a wolf and the largest I had ever seen. Its fur is the colour of midnight and its eyes the colour of a summer storm.

He wore heavy armor made of jagged obsidian plates, and his giant yellow eyes glowed with a sickening, triumphant light. Behind him, three Dark Moon shamans stood in long, tattered gray robes, their faces hidden beneath bone masks. Amora forced her head up, her dark hair tangled across her pale face. Her emerald eyes burned with an unyielding defiance, despite her physical weakness. "You won't keep me here, Malphas. Duncan will find me. The Southern Alliance will tear this castle to the ground." Malphas let out a low, mocking laugh that sounded like grinding boulders. He walked over to the altar, leaning his massive frame over her.

It cast out lines of bloodfire like stories unfolding. Malak stood in the darkness at the base of the altar, his eyes glowing red. "You both are right," he declared, his tone as slick as a politician's. "You two finish the cycle. Your families started it. Your deaths will finish it.” The floor under Lerder’s boots cracked. He shifted fully—muscle stretching, bones snapping, fur sprouting like storm clouds from skin. In seconds, the alpha wolf stood between Malak and Elara, silver-fanged and broad as a warhorse.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.