Malam Kelam Novels & Stories

I added. They all looked at me. Mark asked what the guy looked like, but I told him that it was so damn dark in there it was hard to see. Samaeya said the same thing. “His hair was dark, but I cannot tell you if it was black or a deep brown. His skin tone was the same as yours, but the one thing I do remember were his eyes. His eyes were this swirling shade of silvery purple. However, the purple seemed to change to blue at times.” I told them.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

This time, we were going to end it — together. The smell of smoke and blood filled the air. My silver flames flickered faintly around me, lighting the dark room in a ghostly glow. The floor was covered in cracked stone, and the torches on the walls burned low, their flames struggling against the thick air. Malakar stood there, smiling like the devil himself, his red eyes glowing as if the darkness bowed to him.

With a roar, she slammed her palm into the earth, and the temple itself shuddered as the ground cracked open beneath us. From the fissures in the earth, beams of blinding light shot up, encircling Malakar like the fingers of an angry god. The darkness recoiled, but Malakar was no mere god—he was the very essence of death. With a shout of defiance, he reached out, and shadow twisted around him, solidifying into sharp, jagged spears of darkness, aimed directly at Selanara. Time slowed. My heart stopped as I watched, helpless.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

"He always camps somewhere around here." I looked about for any activity, then heard an unexpected sound coming from the woods. My heart hammered as a man with sharp features emerged from the shadows—a man whose cold, relentless hate glistened in his eyes. Halak. "So the prodigal son returns," Malak remarked, his voice sharp with hatred. Eli stiffened, but he never wavered. "It's over, Malak." The Raven is gone; nothing remains for you here. Malak snorted, his eyes gliding over us with contempt. "Nothing left?" Oh, but you are mistaken. She assigned us goals; I want to see them realized.

Celeste pushed harder, her light clashing against the dark force within. Back in the village, Malcom’s expression turned grim. He could feel the artifact’s tether weakening. His connection to the shadows was slipping, and with it, his grip on power. “You don’t understand,” Malcom hissed, stepping closer to Clara and Ethan. “If you destroy the artifact, you unleash something far worse.” Clara raised her chin defiantly. “We’re done listening to your lies, Malcom. This ends now.” Malcom’s laugh was bitter. “You’re all so naïve. Do you think light can exist without darkness? You’re only delaying the inevitable.”

Middle-aged, handsome in a cold way, with silver hair and those burning red eyes. "My name is Malachar," he said. "And I've been waiting a very long time for an Eclipse wolf to emerge again." He raised a hand and dark magic exploded outward. We scattered. The battle began. My friends engaged Cassandra's circle while Cole and I faced Malachar. He was fast. Faster than anything I'd ever fought. I dodged a blast of dark energy and countered with a slash of claws. He blocked easily. "Impressive," he said. "But ultimately futile."

Visions haunted me: Tenebrous's downfall, my fault. Erebus's loyalty, uncertain. Malakai's whispers: 'Join me, Amara. Rule Tenebrous.'" -Malakai's POV- "Tenebrous teetered on collapse. Amara's power, the final key. With her, I'd unlock Somnium's secrets. And reign supreme." Alexander's pov I found a way to stop malakai's plan for some time ,I walked to Amara's room and saw her seating on the bed

My heart sank hearing him say kids, it just made me wonder even more how much of a plan those people have put together. I heard low growls behind me and it only made him laugh harder. "Oh nice puppies. Big dogs. Like horses.'' Malachi laughed. "Yeah, he isn't all there anymore. We need to get a look inside his head." I said looking at Alley. She nodded and together we walked forward to stand behind him. I rested my hand on her shoulder while she held her hands close to the side of his head. I knew she didn't want to touch him. I closed my eyes and when I opened them there was nothing but darkness. It was hot as hell in here but it was pitch black and completely silent. I looked around and sq