Novel & Cerita Dark Deception Malak

The voice was colder than winter itself. I lifted my head. Malakor stood before me. He looked nothing like the warriors who followed him. His armor seemed forged from petrified blood, and there was no rage in his eyes. Only a sick, unsettling curiosity. A dagger pulsing with dark energy rested in his hand. Slowly… Deliberately… He dragged its tip across my collarbone. “Can you hear them?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “Can you hear your prince… and his beast… clawing at the walls beyond this place?”

I let out a small breath and continued, “remember that witch I met the ceremony day? the one that gave me the letter?” He nodded, his hot gaze suddenly making me reconsider coming her and telling him about my little meeting. But I had to, if she’s right then Xander must know. He’s the one capable of saving Dimitri’s father. “I just saw her, but no physically it’s like she’s a ghost and vanishes whenever she pleases.” To my surprise, Xander didn’t look one bit surprised, instead, he tapped his finger on his lips as he watched me speak. “I knew she was both. The only one capable of doing that is those species.”

~Derek’s Point of View~ It had been well over a day since we figured out it was Haven, and yet we were still nowhere near finding my Eve. I felt like murdering someone, namely Haven. Mick and our hacker were still furiously tracking all the money, and they were confident they might be able to get about $30 million of it back. The moment I had Eve in my arms, I was going to have them stop at nothing to try and get it back. I wasn’t letting Haven keep it all if there was anything I could do about it. “Derek! Derek, here look at this,” I heard my housekeeper yell.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

“Arthur...“ “It started...magically. Like gravity had pulled us in. Our heartbeats were synched. Our thoughts aligned. Like we were fated to be each other's other half.“ Arthur Belmont had survived the foggy morning, gruesome accident that claimed the lives of his parents at the age of 10. He was the only survivor. But it was at a price. His sight was gone. Orphaned and blinded on the same day, Arthur Belmont knew his life would never go back as it was. His perfect life was gone. Memories of that tragic morning haunted his nights. His dreams became nightmares. He was a traumatized, blind kid. Every night, he yelled for his parents, begging them to come take him. This new life wasn't somethin

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

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

He said, flipping me to his side swiftly, my wide eyes immediately fell on him, he looked drunk on lust, his hands were running sinfully over my naked body, Although it was our second time I was still getting shy under his gaze, they were like the darker shade of his iris, holding need, craving for my body, longing for sex and most importantly, sin in his eyes. He didn’t look like the person I knew as him, it was a different soul in the same body.

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.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN MALAKAI Trigger warning: This chapter contains depictions of violence, readers discretion is advised. * * It is difficult to escape the darkness, but it only takes a second to be drawn back into it, and you are buried deeper than you can imagine. I hiss at Pierce in betrayal; how many times will I realize that there is nothing scarier than the person who put me in this situation? Pierce knows of my nightmares. Still, he drags me into it, blocking every escape route as he stands behind me, his heavy hands clenching on my shoulders like red hot steel.