Dark Deception Malak Novels & Stories

She returned to the table and opened it, revealing pages filled with intricate drawings and arcane symbols. "This," she said, pointing to a particularly elaborate symbol, "is the mark of an ancient sorcerer known as Malakar. He was banished centuries ago for his dark practices, but it seems his influence has not waned." Asher leaned forward, his eyes widening. "Malakar? I've heard that name before, in the old stories." Elara nodded. "Yes, his name is whispered in legends and nightmares. He sought to control the balance of light and dark, and in doing so, nearly destroyed everything. If he has returned, then the threat you face is far greater than you imagined."

He wondered if that man had ever really existed, or if he was just a ghost designed to trick him. Outside, the city lights shone brightly, but for Luca, the world had gone dark. He was no longer the precious baby of the Moretti family. He was the property of Adrian Voss.

Behind him, hundreds of masked assassins from The Order appeared, filling the field like an army of ants. "Alexander Volkov... Isabella..." the man spoke, his voice echoing like it came from all directions. "I am Malakor, the High Priest of The Order." He looked at us with disdain. "You have defied the laws of nature. You have mixed light and darkness. You have become an abomination." "We are not an abomination!" Isabella spoke up, her voice clear and strong. "We are love! And we are stronger than your stupid laws!" Malakor laughed. A cold, cruel sound.

He landed lightly in front of me, blocking my path to Ivan. "I am Malakor," he said, his voice echoing. "And you, Elena... are just a vessel." He raised his hands, and dark magic swirled around him. The sky above turned pitch black, blocking out the moon and stars. It was like an artificial eclipse. "Feel the power of the void!" He shot a beam of black lightning at me. I crossed my arms in front of me, summoning my own power. The mark on my shoulder burned hot, glowing bright red.

If Roy was the ember, Kieran was the smoke. Behind them, shapes materialise from the dark: cloaked figures, armed but silent, eyes glowing faintly with prana. Men and women once cast aside – orphans, slaves, fallen knights – are now reborn into something more. Roy pulls out his half-mask and places it on his nose while the wind tugs at his cloak. A stunning drop of a bright, dark crimson teardrop jewel hangs from the mask. Roy, standing over the edge, takes a step forward and falls.

Malakai roared, his veneer of aristocratic refinement finally fracturing to reveal the volatile, cornered beast within. He stood up from his jade throne, his crimson velvet robes billowing behind his narrow shoulders as he unleashed his full pureblood aura. It was not the brute, crushing physical weight of a Western Alpha; it was a sharp, sanity-crushing frequency of dark, localized pressure that turned the air around the dais a deep, bruising shade of purple. The twelve chamberlains screamed, clutching their temples as their inner wolves fought the ancient, ancestral command to submit. The pressure rolled down the marble steps like a physical wave of gravity, targeting Natalia’s core.

Before me, a man in black robes stood at an altar—tall, commanding, with golden eyes that were hauntingly familiar, even if his face wasn't Lysander's. ​Beside him, a woman with long, dark hair knelt, her hands stretched out over the altar, her face turned toward the vaulted stone ceiling. ​A face that was identical to mine. ​"Ysolde," the man said, his voice heavy with a grief he had been suppressing for ages. "Are you certain you wish to do this? Once you give away half of your bloodline, it will never be whole again." ​"I am certain, King Malakor," the woman—Ysolde—replied, her voice steady even as her hands trembled. "If we do not lock away The Shackled now, this entire continent will be

"Don't ask me and just get ready we are leaving, you can't tell me no Lea, and let's go before Alexander arrives.” Lea snorted, but she had never disobeyed her father's orders, in a few minutes they were immersed in a large dark forest that was on the outskirts of DarkVille, Morgan had figured out how he could remove the spell from them, but he had to start with his daughter, Alex would not agree so easily. They arrived at the ancient dark sanctuary where the Noctis lived, there Morgan had to submit Lea to an ancient ritual, the place was decorated with ancient sacred symbols carved into the stone walls, and a lot of flickering candles illuminated the room, creating a mystical and tense atmo