Malam Kelam Novels & Stories

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.

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.

It's not a secret anymore. As the night rose, the longing became more and more uncontrollable. Unfortunately, the scythe always shines brightly, as if to remind them that this beauty seems incomplete. Only half glow. The rest, immersed in the darkness of the night, were tightly embraced by the other side who didn't want to let it all shine brightly. *** That night, after completing all kinds of college assignments, Malia chose to sit back on the balcony of her room, enjoying the sky that looked so clean. No clouds, no stars. Only the sickle seemed to shine brightly. Alone, with no one to accompany. Like she is now.

They convince others to lead a good life, to be a kind person so the blessings would come their way, but they also know damn well that they are all sinners, hopeless romantic sinners and undeserving of anything. He threw the cigarette’s butt to the ground as he faced the priest, who is looking at the full moon. “Or, you can have the tea in my office. It would be a great honor to have you down there” Lucas answered and once again gave a smile to the priest and headed back to his home, six feet underground. July 19th, Domus Malum is closed. Lucas prepared himself to go out to have some fun, and when the devils are out for some fun, this fun means suffering for humans.

It was only ten years ago that something special happened, and this is accurately why he is here. Thuc clearly remembers that it was on a dark night, when the town where he lived had fallen asleep. Everyone has closed the door, the space is quiet, only the flickering lights of the late night remain. The space is so quiet that one can clearly hear the chirping of insects, and every so often the sounds of cars coming back late.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

But we did manage to fight off the Demon who had taken over Uncle John. "Thankfully, Malum is dead," Dominic points out. "He is, or I should say, was one of the most powerful Demons in the underworld. But there will be more and we must be prepared." He places the mirror next to the bed and takes my other hand. "Like getting more crystals?" I ask. "Let me worry about those," he says in a hurry, and it's obvious that topic is off limits. "Well," I take a deep breath, "I guess I should brush up on my fighting skills and learn some Latin." I smile, trying to lighten the mood.

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

It was clear they did not believe Malam Bamali. "How so?" my father asked with a straight face. "I don't know. But just look at him; he is no longer human. He must have done some magic to spite me." He argued. "Bamali!" Mai'Aljannu called out. I could see the fear in the chief's eyes." Bring your selection gem and examine the eight nobles yourself." He ordered; by then, it was 4 am. To our surprise, Malam Bamali came prepared. The other chiefs began to protest, but the King silenced them.