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Demon from the Dark (Immortals after Dark Series #10)

Demon from the Dark (Immortals after Dark Series #10)

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by Kresley Cole

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From New York Times bestselling author Kresley Cole comes this scorching tale of a demon outcast poisoned with vampire blood and the vulnerable young witch he vows to protect—even from himself.


Malkom Slaine: tormented by his sordid past and racked by vampiric hungers, he’s pushed to


From New York Times bestselling author Kresley Cole comes this scorching tale of a demon outcast poisoned with vampire blood and the vulnerable young witch he vows to protect—even from himself.


Malkom Slaine: tormented by his sordid past and racked by vampiric hungers, he’s pushed to the brink by the green-eyed beauty under his guard.


Carrow Graie: hiding her own sorrows, she lives only for the next party or prank. Until she meets a tortured warrior worth saving.


In order for Malkom and Carrow to survive, he must unleash both the demon and vampire inside him. When Malkom becomes the nightmare his own people feared, will he lose the woman he craves body and soul?

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Pocket Books
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Immortals after Dark Series , #10
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4.15(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.00(d)

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Demon from the Dark

  • Demon plane of Oblivion, City of Ash

    Year 192 in the Rule of the Dead

    “Do we go to our death—or worse?”

    Malkom Slaine gazed over at his best friend, Prince Kallen the Just, wishing he had a better answer for him, anything to ease the apprehension in Kallen’s eyes.

    As the vampire guards shoved them along, deeper into their stronghold, Malkom suspected death might be welcome before the night was out.

    “The rumors are likely untrue,” he lied, putting up a renewed resistance as the dozen guards forced them down a flight of stone steps. But his bonds were mystical; Malkom was unable to teleport or break free.

    At the base of the stairs lay a subterranean chamber with an ornate throne on a dais. Though the floor was of packed earth, the walls were hung with rich silks and tapestries. Rare crystal and glass adorned the room.

    At once, Malkom began analyzing every inch of the area for an escape. Ahead, a pair of winded demon slaves stood beside a freshly dug grave. More guards lined the walls, with swords at the ready. In the back, a black-robed sorcerer worked at a vial-cluttered table.

    Gods, let the rumors be untrue . . . those whispers of the Scârbă—the abominations.

    Kallen muttered, “Can you see a way out of this?”

    Normally, Malkom could. Without fail, he figured his way out of seemingly impossible predicaments. “Not as of yet.”

    The guards shoved Kallen and Malkom to their knees before the grave.

    “Ronath will pay for this once I get free,” Kallen grated. Ronath the Armorer was a seasoned warrior, the strongest demon after Malkom. He’d once been Kallen’s favored commander. “The traitor will not see another night.”

    ’Twas Ronath who’d turned Malkom over to the vampires. Disastrous enough. But without Malkom’s unwavering defense, Kallen’s fortress had fallen just a week later. The Trothans’ beloved prince had been captured.

    Blinded by his hatred for Malkom—a slave turned commander—Ronath had unwittingly doomed Kallen and all the Trothans.

    Malkom had already planned his own revenge. As he was neither noble nor good like Kallen, his retribution would be far more vicious than the prince could ever envision.

    Without warning, a vampire traced into the room, teleporting directly onto the throne. Clad in costly silk robes, the male was pallid, his skin untouched by Oblivion’s blistering sun. His eyes were wholly red, his visage twisted by madness.

    The Viceroy.

    When the vampires had conquered Oblivion and turned it into a colony, they’d dispatched the Viceroy, their most malicious leader, to act as ruler of the plane.

    “Ah, my two new prisoners,” he said in Anglish.

    Though Malkom and Kallen both were fluent in the language, they refused to speak anything other than their native Demonish—even as the use of that tongue was now punishable by death.

    The vampire rubbed his narrow, clean-shaven chin. “At last, you have both been captured.”

    Malkom and the prince were the leaders of the rebellion, and to break them would be to break the resistance. The vampire overlords had searched for them relentlessly.

    When the Viceroy snapped his fingers, the two slaves exited the room, returning moments later with an unconscious demon boy. One of their own, handed over for a vampire’s refreshment. A leisurely repast.

    Malkom started sweating. He strained even harder against his bonds but couldn’t get free before the vampire collected the boy in his arms, then bent over his neck.

    At the sight, rage spiked within Malkom. Those sucking sounds . . .

    He bared his fangs, overwhelmed with memories of his childhood as a blood slave. His only consolation was that this boy was unconscious, a luxury he himself had never been afforded. Nor had Malkom’s neck been taken, for that skin would have been readily seen—and he hadn’t been kept only for his blood.

    “Steady, Malkom,” Kallen murmured in Demonish. “Keep your wits about you.”

    How many times had Kallen said those exact words? The prince has long kept me sane.

    The Viceroy dropped the boy from the dais to the ground like refuse, then dabbed at his lips with a crisp handkerchief. “I confess, you two fascinate me.” His red eyes burned with curiosity. “A friendship between a beloved royal and his brutal guard dog. The highest of the high, and . . .” He flicked his hand at Malkom.

    No one had been more perplexed by their friendship than Malkom. Kallen was the crown prince of the Trothan Demonarchy, hundreds of years old, and filled with wisdom.

    Malkom was the illiterate thirty-year-old son of a whore, raised as a vampire’s slave—and filled with rage.

    Yet somehow he and Kallen had become comrades in arms, brothers by choice if not by blood. Kallen had said he’d recognized something in Malkom, an innate nobility. As if he’d known how badly Malkom wanted to be noble.

    “Penniless, ignorant, and fatherless,” the Viceroy intoned. “The son of a demon whore who sold her body.” With a sneer, he added, “Until she could sell one of her offspring.”

    Malkom could deny nothing.

    “How easily you sprang to life, when you should have been no more than seeping waste in a back alley.”

    “If Malkom is not noble in blood,” Kallen said, “then he is noble in deed.”

    Kallen, still defending me.

    The Viceroy seemed amused. “I can imagine none so lowly, yet you had the gall to resist us, knowing death awaited. Amazingly, you very nearly routed us from your world, demon.”

    Malkom could scarcely comprehend this. Though he’d won numerous battles, he hadn’t imagined his foes were on the brink of surrender. Malkom had never known an Oblivion without the walking-dead vampires here.

    Decades before his birth, they had arrived from an alien plane filled with myriad breeds of immortals and mortals, settling here for one reason.


    When the vampires consumed Trothan blood, it made them more powerful than they’d ever been, made them heal from injuries more swiftly. Blood had eventually become the currency in Oblivion.

    “So very nearly,” the Viceroy continued. “But in the end, breeding will tell.” The vampire traced to stand just beside them. “You can dress in your fine warrior clothing.” He reached down to rip Malkom’s rich cloak from him. “But you can only mask what you truly are. Under those manacles at your wrists, I bet I would find bite scars.”

    Again Malkom voiced no denial. He normally wore silver cuffs to conceal those shaming marks.

    The details of his past weren’t necessarily held secret. All the demons in Ash knew how Malkom had earned his bread as a boy, how he’d eaten from their trash once he’d grown too old for a vampire lord’s tastes.

    But for this vampire to know as well . . .

    “Does not matter how you appear, demon—you are still nothing.”

    “Do not listen to him, Malkom,” Kallen said. “You are a good man. A stalwart leader.”

    “Who was betrayed at the earliest opportunity?” the vampire said.

    A gang led by the powerful and devious Ronath had tricked Malkom. Before he could trace or attack, he’d been caught in a metal net and stabbed through repeatedly.

    “You rose up high for the briefest time. But I will break you down once more.”

    Malkom craned his head up to face the Viceroy. “Break me down?”

    “You submitted to a vampire master once. You will do so again.”

    “Is that why we live still? For me, save yourself time and kill me now.” Nothing this vampire could do would be worse than what the slave master of Malkom’s childhood had done. Malkom gazed at the demon boy, unconscious in the dirt. Nothing.

    “ ’Tis not so simple,” the Viceroy said. “It never is with our kind.” Had he signaled something to the sorcerer at the back of the chamber? “You’ve destroyed so many of my soldiers that I have decided to create more, starting with you two, the strongest of your kind. You shall be transformed, remade in my image.”

    The rumors . . . ’Twas said that the overlords had developed a rite to transform Trothans into Scârbă—demonic vampires who thirsted for the blood of their own. A demon and a vampire united, an abomination stronger than both.

    The Viceroy drew his sword from a scabbard at his hip. “You will drink my blood, and it will open your veins to the ritual. Your deaths will be the catalyst.” He ran a finger over the edge of his sword, while in the shadows his sorcerer began to chant, fueling a sinister curse.

    Power emanated from the sorcerer with every utterance, filling the room with forbidden black magics. Some unseen force seemed to wrap around Malkom’s body, digging in.

    Even more guards closed in, heaving tight on Malkom’s and Kallen’s chains. One of the largest vampires jammed his knee into Kallen’s spine, forcing his head backward, while another wedged a bit between Kallen’s teeth.

    “No, no!” Malkom roared, twisting violently.

    The Viceroy sliced his own wrist. “ ’Tis a gift I’m giving you. The Thirst. I am going to make blood sing for you, make you dine on demon flesh every day for eternity.” He shoved the streaming gash to Kallen’s pried-open mouth. “You will become like us, and be loyal only to me. It begins now.”

    “Do not drink it, Kallen!” Malkom bellowed, but they forced him to swallow it.

    They set upon Malkom next, stabbing him until he was too weakened to resist. The Viceroy’s thick, vile blood was forced down his throat as well.

    Then the vampire raised his sword. Malkom thrashed against the chains with every ounce of power left in his body, but neither he nor Kallen could get loose.

    Kallen met Malkom’s gaze for a harrowing moment—just before the Viceroy’s sword sliced clean through Kallen’s neck. His body collapsed backward, his head tumbling into the grave. Dazed, sightless eyes stared up at Malkom. The prince’s brows were still drawn, his teeth gritted.

    Malkom gaped in disbelief while years of their shared memories flashed in his mind.

    The two demons’ countless battles, more victories than defeats. The dozens of times Malkom had saved Kallen’s life; the thousands of times Kallen had praised him, encouraging him to better himself.

    “You are a fearless warrior who’s more than his past.” “Of course you’ve the intelligence to learn how to read! Who the devil convinced you otherwise?” “You are stronger and faster than the others, your will to live greater than any I’ve known. You see details others are blind to. Uniqueness is a kind of nobility, is it not, brother?”

    Throughout, Malkom had begun to shed the taint of his past. He’d dared to entertain dreams of a better life.

    Now Kallen was dead. Malkom roared with impotent fury, his eyes going wet with loss. Kallen. Dead.

    Or worse.

    The sorcerer cast a layer of black dust over Kallen’s body.

    “No!” Malkom bit out. “Leave him in peace!”

    More chanting, more power.

    Malkom’s lips parted. Kallen’s body was lifeless no more. With each of the sorcerer’s words, it began to twitch, to . . . move in the dirt.

    Not from death spasms. But writhing with life. The headless neck pumped blood anew.

    The Viceroy again snapped his fingers for the demon slaves. Once the pair had kicked Kallen’s body into the grave, the sorcerer scattered more of that dust over all. To make Kallen whole once more?

    When smoke snaked up from the depths, the Viceroy raised his bloody sword. “Now ’tis your turn, Slaine. And I promise you, rising from the dead—if it takes—will be the easy part. If you live, I will break you.”

    Malkom silently prayed for a true end, beseeching the gods who had never once answered his most desperate entreaties. Please, do not let me rise—

    The sword whistled through the air. He perceived the scantest bite of blade.

    Then nothing.

    Despite Malkom’s prayers, he and Kallen had both risen two nights later, waking into a nightmare of darkness, deep in the earth. After clawing through the dirt, inching their way to the surface, they’d been thrown in a murky cell in the Viceroy’s dungeon.

    They hadn’t suffocated as they’d risen because they now drew no breaths. Nor did their hearts beat.

    The walking dead. Vampire. I am a vampire.

    No! Malkom still hadn’t accepted his fate, was ready to rage and fight it. Even as he recognized how much he’d been altered.

    Though he wore no cuffs to prevent him from tracing, he no longer had that ability. His clammy skin felt as if a thousand spiders crawled all over him. His upper fangs had elongated and narrowed, throbbing painfully. Even in the low light, merely opening his sensitive eyes was an agony.

    His very hearing was different, more acute. He could detect insects boring in the ground beneath him.

    From the moment he’d awakened in the grave, the burgeoning need for blood had lashed him. Confusion and anguish roiled within him.

    In Kallen, too. He stared at the filthy cell walls, hollow-eyed and unblinking.

    “We will fight our way free,” Malkom assured him now, “then return home.”

    “We are Scârbă. Brother, no demons will ever take us among them.”

    He was likely right. The two were worse even than the vampires. They were defiled demons, cursed to feed off their own kind. They were the monsters of legend feared by all.

    Kallen rasped, “There is no reason to go on.”

    “There is always a reason.” How many times had Malkom had to convince himself of this? “If for nothing else, you can seek vengeance.” He himself would not rest until retribution was meted.

    He would slaughter the sorcerer who’d muttered his curses in the background, the guards who’d held them down, and the bloodthirsty Viceroy whose sick will had set them all into motion.

    Then he would return to destroy Ronath.

    Those who betrayed Malkom did it only once.

    When all was done, he would find a way to erase every vampire trait from himself, to rid his veins of the Viceroy’s blood and return to what he’d been.

    Or he’d greet the sun. Malkom frowned. Would that kill a Scârbă?

    “Live for vengeance?” Kallen said. “Tell me, will that be enough?”

    How to answer that question when Malkom’s own dreams appeared so ridiculous now?

    He’d wanted a home that no one could ever force him to leave. He’d wanted as much food and water as he could ever enjoy. But more than anything, he’d secretly longed to be respected like Kallen—a noble like him—gifted with a blood far better than his own.

    Malkom’s only fortune was that no one else had ever discovered how much he yearned to be highborn. “Then live for your fated female,” he urged Kallen. “She will accept you. She must.”

    “Is that what you seek, Malkom? Your fated one?”

    “I’ve no such expectations.” What use had he for a woman of his own? He’d needed no offspring for a noble line or sons to work the water mines with him.

    “No? Then why have you never taken a demoness from the camps?”

    Malkom’s gaze flicked away. Never had he known a female. Those who followed the army could be had for a price, but Malkom had never used one. No matter how urgent his need, no matter how badly his curiosity burned, he physically couldn’t.

    They smelled of other males, reminding him of his childhood. Nothing extinguished his lusts like the scent of seed.

    So he’d put females from his mind. As a boy, he disciplined himself not to dream about food. He’d applied that same discipline to keep from fantasizing about intercourse.

    At length, Malkom answered, “Because war has become everything for me—”

    The Viceroy traced into their cell, his eyes lit with pleasure. “Remade in my image,” he said. The vampire wasn’t shocked the ritual had worked—he was brimming with pride. So how many had they created here? “And this is just the beginning. Do you feel the Thirst? It’s sacred to us, as death is.” His gaze fell first on Kallen, then on Malkom. “Only the one who kills—or answers the Thirst—will ever leave this cell alive.”

    Just as Malkom tensed to attack, the Viceroy disappeared.

    Once their situation sank in and he’d found his voice, Malkom said, “We will not fight each other.” They both knew that when he said fight, he meant drink or kill. “I will not fight my brother.” But if anyone was freed, it should be Kallen. He’s all that is good.

    “Nor I,” Kallen vowed.

    “We will not,” Malkom repeated, wondering if he sought to convince Kallen—or himself.

    Three weeks later . . .

    Malkom weakly stood before the bars, expending precious energy just to remain on his feet, yet unable to lie down as though defeated.

    Day after day had passed with no food, water, or—dark gods help them—blood. His thirst intensified hourly, his fangs throbbing until he’d silently wept. He’d caught himself staring at Kallen’s neck, the skin there taunting him.

    At times, Malkom had flushed to find Kallen’s gaze on his own neck.

    Never had he hungered like this. Last night, Malkom had waited until Kallen fitfully dozed. Then he’d sunk his aching fangs into his own arm, sucking, disgusted by how rich he’d found the taste. How delicious, how blistering the pleasure . . .

    Endless days passed as their bodies withered but would not die. With no industry to be had, no battles to be fought, Malkom was beset by memories cloying in his mind. For someone who held survival paramount, he’d begun to have doubts. How important was living?

    Living means more betrayal.

    His first betrayal had been dealt by his own mother. At six years of age, he’d complained of hunger so acute he’d nearly blacked out. She’d railed that he was never satisfied, then sold him to a vampire who would feed him all he wanted if he was an “obedient and affectionate” boy.

    His second betrayal? That same vampire had cast him out at fourteen, deeming Malkom too old to stir his lusts.

    Back to the gutter, back to hunger. But against all odds, Malkom had grown increasingly strong, until he’d finally been ready to exact revenge on the master. Malkom had always been observant, and he’d noted every protection guarding that vampire’s home. He’d found it easy to steal back inside, take out the guards, and murder the master who’d tormented his youth and twisted him as a man.

    And it’d felt so good, so glorious, to kill one of their kind, he’d hunted another, and another.

    Soon, word of his deeds had reached Kallen’s ears. The prince had invited him to his stronghold, then spent months convincing Malkom to join their rebellion, even to lead it.

    Eventually Malkom had been acknowledged in the street, asked to dinner by Kallen, paid in riches and fine clothing—merely for risking a life Malkom had cared naught about. For so long, shame had been his companion, but at last he’d dragged himself from the gutter.

    He’d known his people didn’t love him, but he’d thought he was earning their respect each time he saved their miserable lives.

    Weeks ago when he’d noticed a tension among them, he’d chastised himself for reading too much into others’ reactions, telling himself he needed to listen to Kallen and stop expecting betrayal at every turn. No matter how many times I have been dealt it.

    “And now what is going on in that head of yours, Malkom?” Kallen asked from across the cell, his voice faint. “You’ve that dangerous look on your face.”

    “My thoughts are dark.”

    “As are mine. I fear we near the end.”

    “There is no end.” Malkom faced him. “Not until I decide it.”

    A sad smile creased Kallen’s gaunt face. “Fierce as ever.” He rose unsteadily, then limped to stand before Malkom. “For me, I’ve decided this cannot go on.” His eyes flickered black with emotion. “So embrace me, my friend.” He wrapped his arms around Malkom.

    His own arms hanging by his sides, Malkom peered up at the ceiling in confusion. I’ve never been embraced like this before. Touching meant using.

    Was this giving instead? Am I too scarred to recognize it? Hesitantly, Malkom wrapped his arms around Kallen as well. Not so bad.

    When he felt Kallen’s lips against his neck, Malkom frowned. Kallen loved females, enjoyed a new demoness nightly. So what was this? You are merely ignorant in the ways of affection—

    Kallen’s lips parted.

    He was going to drink. With the realization, Malkom started to sweat, his eyes darting, the will to survive rising up. But if he was truly steadfast, he’d sacrifice himself for the prince, for the good of the crown. How much had Kallen done for him? He’d taught him how to control his rage, to channel it.

    He’d given Malkom purpose. If not noble in blood, then in deed . . .

    But memories arose within him, sordid scenes with a vampire who’d used him for years. The feedings in the dark . . . the way the master’s skin would grow warm against his own . . . .

    No, no! “Do not do this thing, Kallen.” Malkom’s voice was hoarse. “Do not betray our friendship.” Don’t betray me.

    “I am sorry,” he said, his tone defeated. “I do not have a choice.”

    Kallen is all that is good. Though Malkom had vowed he would never be bitten again, he somehow held himself still as the prince’s splayed fingers dug into his back, clutching him even closer.

    A final sacrifice for my friend? Can I control my will to live?

    Or would the prince’s brutal guard dog finally turn on him?

    When Malkom’s jaw clenched, his every muscle tensing, Kallen rasped, “Steady, Malkom.” Then he plunged his fangs into Malkom’s neck, giving a wretched groan of pleasure as he sucked. And the sound was so familiar, the shuddering of his body just like the master’s.

    Kallen’s chilled skin began to warm against Malkom’s.

    Betrayal. Rage erupted, and he roared with it. Cannot control this.

    Seizing Kallen by the shoulders, Malkom shoved him back. He looked down at the prince and knew that, for him, this was the end. “Forgive me, brother . . . .”

    But those who betray me do it only once.

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    Demon from the Dark 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 807 reviews.
    OpheliaTX More than 1 year ago
    Amazingly, Kresley Cole has topped herself with a new Lore hero! Malkom Slaine, a vemon (1/2 demon/½ vampire), is damaged by his troubled past and has spent centuries being haunted by the beatings and betrayals he has had to endure. He lives for vengeance. Once you betray him, you pay. Enter Carrow Graie, party witch extraordinaire with her own damage. Carrow has been captured by The Order, an evil group rounding up immortals for their own nefarious reasons. The Order threaten to kill Ruby, Carrow's orphaned neice, if Carrow doesn't lure Malkom to the Order. Even though neither speaks the other's language, they are able to communicate. Many LOL moments with Malkom and Carrow "negotiating" in sign language! Though Carrow is falling for her vemon, she knows she must save Ruby. Yet another betrayal for Malkom, who is mesmerized by his mate. Will Malkom be able to forgive Carrow, just when she realizes she can't live without him? Whether he forgives her or not, Malkom's not about to let her go and will go to any lengths to keep her. Kresley Cole delivers yet another amazing installment in the Immortals After Dark series! And as an extra treat we get to catch up with favorites like Mariketa and Bowen, Rydstrom and Sabine. Malkom and Carrow's book is a page-turner you won't be able to put down!
    KLBooksAZ More than 1 year ago
    I loved Carrow and Malkom!! Even Ruby was cute [and I don't enjoy children in books...I don't know why?] With all the characters Kresley had introduced us to, she could write 50 books in this series...and I'd buy them ALL!! I'm thrilled when a writer keeps other favorites in current stories. Like Conrad, Bowen [yum], Rydstrom, Mari, Garreth...etc. The communication trouble the two had between demonish and anglish was hilarious! Drawing pictures and signing. I could see it all plain as day. But when she blooded him, and she knew it...that was my favorite part...along with how BAD he WANTED her after, his female. Poor Maklom had been through alot growing up, same with Crow, so it was a wonderful ending that the two of them helped HEAL eathothers hearts. I wish there was a new book to read each month from this series...but I wait patiently with baited breath for the next...?
    The_Reading_Reviewer More than 1 year ago
    Trust is not a given between any two people even those so fated to spend eternity together. It is an earned feeling and if the person you love most breaks the bond of trust you have in them, the faith you had may never return. Malkom Slaine had been abused, abandoned and almost killed by everyone that was ever dear to him. He is unique in the Lore as he had been turned into a demon and his powers were strong. But life had not been kind to him and he had been left to rot in the demon plane that is a virtual hell where he now is forced to live with none of his powers working and his daily life a battle to survive. Carrow Graie is a witch who lives with her coven in relative safety and never expected to be taken prisoner by "The Order" a human group bent on the destruction of the paranormal community which consists of everyone Carrow knows and loves. Her powers have been stripped and she is living in a cage listening to others beg for their existence. But The Order will give her back her freedom and return her powers if she can retrieve Malkom and convince him to transport through the portal so the enemy analyze him. The fact that they are holding Ruby, one dear 7 year-old witch that Carrow adores as collateral for this to happen seals this deal. This manipulation forces Carrow to use whatever she has to in order to bring Malkom back to face whatever fate should occur to free Ruby and ensure that she is safely returned to their coven. However, Carrow never thought that the one male she can't care about is the one she has been fated to and perhaps the one that can give her purpose in her out of control life and make her happy. Love has been fleeting and rarely given so when Malkom extends his hand to show her affection Carrow is more likely to bite it than kiss it. Malkom knows from his now beating heart and over whelming desire to mate that Carrow is the one woman he has been waiting for and he will have her no matter how it has to happen. He takes her to his shelter, lets her care for him and shows her in his rudimentary way what she means to him. But Carrow knows that she has a mission and that mission is not to fall in love with this demon but to get him back through the portal and the clock is ticking. Malkom makes the mistake of trusting her and the steps that occur after forces their relationship to collapse and the struggle to regain the feelings they once shared require giant leaps not baby steps. Freedom comes at a high cost to both of them and protecting Ruby is their number one priority. But can Malkom get past Carrow's deception and move forward toward a life together or are they stranded on the island of despair and loneliness never knowing what true passion and emotional release can feel like? Kresley Cole is one of the writer's who has created an alternate universe that is so deep in characters and plot that you have to stop and remind yourself this is not real. She is the master of this genre and the books in this series grow more fascinating and intriguing while remaining fresh which is a difficult task. Ms. Cole has written such wonderful characters with Malkom and Carrow that you find yourself not only rooting for their success to freedom but also that they figure out how amazing their love is. Thank you as always Kresley for writing these works of art. Mary Gramlich is The Reading Reviewer at www.marygramlich.com
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    The book was so good that I couldn't put it down until I finished it. I downloaded the sample and was instantly hooked! You couldn't help but feel for the characters and Kresley Cole has a great way of letting the readers see and feel through each character as if you could be any one of them. Demon from the Dark's main characters, Malkom and Carrow, couldn't have been more opposite and more right for each other. You wanted them to be together and rooted for them. My only negative opinion about this book was that it ended too soon and too abruptly for me. But all in all, a great book and a great read. Definitely recommend!
    SlackerLibrarian More than 1 year ago
    I read an excerpt from "Demon from the Dark" and wasn't sure if it would hold my attention, but I trust Mrs. Cole to deliver the goods and boy did she ever! Over the past year I've been reading a lot of the 'paranormal romance' series and The Immortals After Dark series has to be one of the best written series. Are the sex scenes hot? You betcha! But what really makes the IAD series work is the characters. I've read too many romance books in which it is only about the couple, not the two individual characters who make up the couple. When I read a romance book, I want to know that I can enjoy these two individual characters on their own and that's what Mrs. Cole does in the IAD series and it is evident in "Demon From the Dark". I've read about Carrow in the other IAD books and I got a sense of who she was, but this book really made the character more rounded. You find that there is more to her than just the partying, that she can be someone that a person (or demon) can depend on. When she meets Malkom, you know that they are going to hook up, but it's the journey that makes the story. The tragic life that the Vemon (Vampire/Demon) had endure up until he meets Carrow, lets you know that their road to happiness will be bumpy...really bumpy. I'm a big fan of the Demons and Werewolves in the IAD series, so it was nice to see another one take center stage...with a little Vampire thrown in. But really...the sex scenes are scorching hot! We all need a little Vemon now and again!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I thought this was an excellent book!!! I would recommend this book to people who enjoy very adult content with an imagination for the supernatural!!! The book has both romance and action. I was never bored with the book and had a difficult time putting it down!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I liked this book a lot. The main character Carrow was likable, the child was entertaining without being annoying and Malkom... well he was quite likable as well. The story had pretty good interludes of the character's backgrounds. The relationship between Malkom and Carrow was hot, hot hot. Malkom himself had some very entertaining scenes as he was adjusting to life with Carrow. I recommend it as a weekend read. I was a little put off that the majority of the book lacked action - the characters spend a week either cooped up in a cave or in a cabin(and the fact that they stay in the cabin so long without being caught by the other creatures doesn't seem plausible.. but then again this is a book about demons and vampires :-P) Parts were a little slow but once the action kicked in after they step through the portal, I literally couldn't put my nook down. And apparently this is an "erotic" book, but it was written realitively subdued. Just enough lust to make it interesting but not so much that it deterred from the story.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Demon from the Dark is attractively dark and complex. Even as some of the minor characters could have used development, I just love the brilliant and sometimes frightening Malkom! An unforgettable adult read with rich fantasy elements.
    KASM More than 1 year ago
    I must say that I am a fan and no matter what I would have read it. But, this book opened the door to leading up to the "Ascension" that has been talked about since book 1. I really did love the fact that this story was a demon and a witch. Unlikely combination but on top of that this demon was a particular creation "venom". I would like to have seen a little more elaborated on the "Order" and their mysterious island. I think there is a lot missing to let us know what twisted things the mortals are up too and who is really pulling the strings - we have a mystery there - which is alluded to. I am also very happy how this book ends - Ms. Cole has quite the challenge ahead of her to show what happens in the "rescue". I am sure that the next book is going to to show us all our favorites and add a few new. This is entertaining and Ms. Cole brings the sexy romance to hilt - anyone looking for a wonderful series of books need to read these!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Best one in the Series. I bought it and read it in one day. Can't wait for the next one.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I LOVED this book! It is by far my favorite of the series. I couldn't put it down. You can't help but hope for Malkom and Carrow. Their interactions in the beginning are hilarious and heart tugging in the end. I am totally addicted to this series!
    buffy2337 More than 1 year ago
    I don't usually get into all the different immortals but Kresley Cole does an awesome job in this entire series. I started out only wanting to read vampire books, but this series has really captured me. And this one was no exception. I just couldn't put it down. Malkom Slaine is such a good "bad" guy. I Loooooovvvvvvvvveeeeeeeddddd it.
    Lynnie_M More than 1 year ago
    Kresley's style is funny and sexy all at the same time! I was really looking forward to the next installment in her series to see where she would take the storyline. I LOVE the new direction and the endless possibilities! I will say that there was some necessary set-up in this story that wasn't in the others since they all center around the 'hie' and all the intertwined stories associated with it. After the last book, we had the answer and it left me wondering where she would go. If you haven't given Kresley a try yet - she won't disappoint!
    Mocha4 More than 1 year ago
    I absolutely loved this book! I enjoy the writing style of Kresley Cole. This book had action, betrayal, suspense, and Hot! Hot! scenes. I thought the characters were well developed and the plot was great. Can't wait for the next installment. There is always a be continued in her series.
    rrrachelIA More than 1 year ago
    Don't usually write reviews but loved this book! Kresley Cole gets better with each book and I love how this one wrapped other characters into it..........great read!!!
    klassyk1829 More than 1 year ago
    what can i say besides, where can i find my very own vemon!!!!!!!!! the world kresley creates, is by far one of the best in paranormal romances to date. ALL of her characters pull you in and make you want to become a part of he lore. this is one of her best to date, I don't know how she will top this one, all I do know is I'll be waiting holding my breath!!!!!!!!!
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    Love itttttt!
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    How do you know that is Grant?
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    Walks in and sas hi ti grant,libra
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    Yep. I am grant. XD. #:D
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