Dark Deception Malak の小説・ストーリー

The ruins trembled beneath my feet as golden light erupted from my body, shattering the lingering darkness that surrounded us. Malakai’s eyes widened—not with fear, but with recognition. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he admitted. I met his gaze, unflinching. “And you made a mistake coming back.” With a roar, I unleashed everything. The power of Lunara, the fury of every soul that had suffered because of him. Light clashed with darkness. The impact tore through the temple, sending shockwaves through the earth itself. Malakai screamed, his form flickering, struggling against the force of my attack. For a moment, I saw the truth—the fear behind his arrogance, the desperation behind his cru

Another room seemed to be a training ground, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and iron. Every step I took, every corner I turned, was a step further into the unknown. It was terrifying, yet each discovery, each piece of information I gathered, was a piece of the puzzle, a step closer to understanding what I had become a part of. And ultimately what I was up against. One thing was for sure, I was no longer the innocent girl who had been thrust into this world of darkness. I was Elara, a woman who had tasted dark magic, who had used her body as a weapon, and who was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Slater quickly shushed her by pointing his gun in her direction. It wasn’t the recommended strategy, but it worked. “Shut up!” The girl whimpered, cowering back in the cell into the woman behind her. Matthew continued his scan. The fourth girl stood against the wall, her head back against the bricks as her lips moved quickly. He could hear her faintly, and it took a second before he made out the prayer for mercy she was chanting with her eyes closed. Mercy. “Macy Swan?” He asked, knowing from the picture he had studied that this was her, though they had done a hell of a job trying to hide her. Her black hair had been bleached blonde, and make-up was smeared across her face.

A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence: Shams al-Duhur: In a small town, there once lived a sect of corrupt humans who gathered the innocent and slaughtered them as sacrifices to demons. But the demons betrayed them, killing each one and leaving no bodies behind. Their blood filled a vast pit beneath this very town—a pit dug by the devil himself, which became a lake of human blood, fed daily by the endless violence of wars and accidents. From this curse, Malik was born. The devil claimed to be a soldier on Earth and sent him to fill that lake with blood without end. No human being can stop him or uncover his true nature.

"I saved these few on my mother's hidden laboratory before the whole thing went up in a ball of fire. I returned in all the confusion to search her room.” He stopped to take a breath, and it was evident he felt pain from the work of talking. "Elara wasn't alone in dabbling with dark magic," he added grimly. “She was just one of many in a big cult that’s been operating in the shadows for centuries. They are committed to reviving Malachai, the First Alpha who was in power before the Moon Goddess cursed him." A chill went down my spine at the name. I knew stories, old legends wolves told their pups to keep them in line.

were starting to soften. ​"He did it," Malakai’s voice came from the shadows of the lounge area. He was sitting on the edge of a crate, his face ashen, clutching a heated compress to his neck. "He knelt, Elara. A Blackwood King knelt in the Well of Truth for a 'Glitch' and her mother. I never thought I’d see the day the moon fell out of the sky." ​I turned, looking at him. Malakai looked wrecked, but there was a smirk on his face—a genuine, tired expression of respect.

Fully awakened. Malachar took a step backward. For the first time in centuries. He looked afraid. Because Althea Vale finally knew the truth. And in that truth— lay the power to destroy him forever.

"Worst that happens the bitch dies, best she wakes up an idiot." Summer had to stop herself from laughing at her father's harsh words, neither man had noticed that she had woken up yet and she wanted to keep it that way. "The men will be here soon." Michael huffed, "If she doesn't wake up soon what good will she be for them?" "I'm sure they'd enjoy even if she was asleep." Jackson chuckled. No longer able to remain calm Summer shot up eyes flying open. Looking around she found herself in the hole underneath her fathers house with the devil and and his master.