Malmsteen Black Star Novels & Stories

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.

His chest heaved, his jaw slackened, and as his gaze dropped briefly to my bleeding arm and back up to my terrified eyes, a low, hypnotic rumble vibrated deep within his chest. He took one slow, deliberate step toward me, his voice dropping into a raspy, spellbinding whisper that shattered the quiet. "...Mate." And just like that, I blacked out.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

He pleaded. "Trust?" I asked, freeing my arm from his gentle grip. "That's too much you are asking for, Marlon!" "I'm not asking you to, I'm telling you to." He started, moving the chair closer. I tried sitting up but he stopped me. He knew something. "What is it, Marlon?" I asked, agitated and curious. "I know, black has been your brightest lately,..." "Just get to the point." I snapped, cutting him off.

She had to listen to him without looking at him. “I would, except I don’t know where the beginning really is.” He chuckled. “Have you heard the term star dust?” “Yes,” Kristen replied as she looked up and could see him there with her, but it was like he wasn’t right there in front of her either. “Aren’t we all made up of star dust?” “No.” He replied. “Some of us are more than just that.” “I don’t understand.” She replied as she looked back at the picture in her lap. “Why do I feel so different with this one picture?”

I hit the iron bar and try to scream, but it seems like my voice melts along with my heart. I see two gloved hands clutch on the bar. I turn my head and see the Black Tiger standing beside me, staring with his cold eyes. I look away as I don’t look pretty when I cry, my eyes must be red and swollen. He doesn’t say a single word; he just keeps staring at me until my sobs disappear.

And above it all, the Black Star hung like a hole in the universe, drinking the light and the air and the hope from the world. ​The sound was the worst part. It was a constant, low-level murmur, as if millions of people were whispering just behind my shoulder. It was the echoes of the dead, trapped in the crystalline structure of the land. ​“Winnie,” Cassian said, pointing to the ground.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

"If the information isn't freely given, you don't want to know." Malcolm's response was laced with frustration, "Well, that's pretty ominous. It sounds an awful lot like you're telling me my future is going to suck." "I'm saying you shouldn't ask. I didn't tell you why," Star replied. Malcolm's apprehension was justified, but after Star's warning, delving further into the topic didn't seem wise. I changed the subject, asking, "So, what's next?" With a dramatic flair, Star lifted her arms, and black ribbons shot from her fingertips. They expanded and grew until they were like long swaths of fabric.

I thought he was going to be furious by my words but he appeared to be calmer than I had thought. I went back to my room and my wolf won't stop talking about us being mates. " I hate to hear it" I yelled as I covered my ears. My eyes went to my wrist as I saw a silver line appeared there. I touched it and felt the connection with Alpha Kael, the ritual was already taking place.