Malmsteen Black Star Novels & Stories

At that time it did not matter what prophecies or what bad the black sun looked like - it was simply beautiful. "Wow..." I heard myself saying and Asra smiled. "I read in some books here, that in some days a rain of stars will happen." I stared. "Rain of stars?" She nodded. "Thousands of shooting stars must scratch the crimson sky when the blood moon appears again" she said and then looked at me "but it will only be visible from the fifth territory." "The fifth territory..." I whispered. "The territory of Anmon." I settled. Anmon was one of the nine princes, but the truth was that even after so many lives I had only seen him at the end - when Callisto pierced his own chest with a dagger and

he hissed in Binge’s ear, “because I’m going to indulge my gluttony to the fullest!” Meanwhile, in a darker corner of Corpsehaven… A battered metal door was ripped off its hinges and flung inward, crashing across the floor. Starving survivors, their cheeks sunken and eyes hollow, scattered to avoid the flying debris. They clung to each other—bodies trembling under the weight of trauma that no one should ever endure. Through the open doorway stepped a group of silent figures clad in sleek black armor, each plate designed for aerodynamic efficiency, every inch infused with glowing core lines that shimmered faintly along the seams. A rare luxury, even for the privileged.

They lurked slowly until they came across a pair of feet behind the bushes, black feet. "Oh my God.." Polly said. No, it can't be. Ernest thought. Ernest took the first step, each more hesitant than the last before he finally approached the other side and fell to his knees. This caused Polly and Michael to rush over and gasp. A Black girl with clear bruises scattered amongst her body. Her mouth agape, eyes wide with old tears down her face staring into the sky as if she had asked God for help. To save her. But no answer.

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

She said, "That's my family's last name. It's unlikely you've ever heard of it. May I know where I am? Now, where is this place?" The king responded, "now you are in the realm of Black Mist. This is my kingdom, and I am the king of this realm of black mist. My name is Everett Black Draco, and this realm is also a Vampire kingdom." Hearing the words from him, Tazaana could say nothing, out of shock. Xavier said, "Your Majesty, what should we do with her?" Everett replied, "She was imprisoned." Tazaana interrupted, "What have I done? Why am I imprisoned?"

We all turn. He’s pointing at the sky. The seven beams are gone. But one star is wrong. It’s moving. Gold. Fast. South. Marsh road. “He’s early,” the Redfang says. Ice hits my spine. “How early?” Rowan asks. The star flares. A howl rolls across Duskbane. Miles out. But close. Too close. Not wolf. Not human. Child. Laughing. “Today,” Wrath says. “Blackmire is here today.”

Daisy replied with a straight face. "I'm surprised your lazy ass thought of dropping me off at the office doesn't fit right," I teased, hoping to get more out of her, but Daisy's grip tightened on the stirring wheel. An awkward silence spread in the car for a few minutes as I stared at her and the road ahead. "You know the Alphas of the Blackmoon, Alpha Xavier and Alpha Kai. "They are not here only to merge business deals but to find the mystery behind their father's killing," Daisy said, her face grim.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Chapter 123 – The Black Star’s Void The black star loomed in the nexus’s starfield, its presence not a light but an absence, a void that swallowed the surrounding constellations, casting the path ahead in utter darkness. Jessica led her companions forward, her golden glow a frail ember against the hollowness in her chest, now a pulsing wound after claiming the nexus’s origin from Aethra. The black star offered no whisper, no chime—only a silence so profound it felt like a scream, pulling at her soul with an inevitability that chilled her to the core. Each step was heavy, the obsidian path beneath them smooth and cold, reflecting nothing, as if the nexus itself feared to look upon this star.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady