Dark Consortium Stellaris Novels & Stories

"The Darkstars is going ballistic looking for someone. They've put up a ten-million-dollar bounty just to get the 'Hidden Healer' to show their face. Even the person who gives the tip gets a massive cut." Darkstar. One of the oldest and most lethal packs in the country. I paused. "Send me the details." A second later, the file hit my phone: Darkstar Pack hosting a gala at Caesars Palace. Seeking a healer for a high-ranking family member. The medical description was only one line: "Alpha Lorenzo. Wolf-soul depletion. Chronic condition." In a race of creatures with freakish healing abilities, "depletion" usually meant a death sentence. I looked out at the flickering neon lights of the LA skyli

The one whose name my people still cursed in their prayers. But my traitorous eyes refused. They drank him in greedily tracing the corded muscles of his arms visible even beneath the armour, the way his chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, the faint scar that sliced through one dark brow. He was beautiful in the way storms are beautiful terrifying and mesmerising all at once. Soren Masuda was raw power wrapped in divine grace. A strange forbidden ache bloomed low in my belly. Shame followed instantly, hot and bitter on my tongue. Stop it, Evelise. He is not yours to look at.

E. The Starlians have been at war with the Nightmares for Generations and are currently at a stalemate at Heavens Fall Realm. This realm has been ravaged by a 500 years war between the Nightmares and Starlians. The forces of Nightmares are described as beings covered with pitch black aura and have very good reflexes, smart and cunning. The Nightmares have learned to adapt and evolve throughout the centuries. This is the reason why the Starlians were pushed back from The Land of Demise all the way to Heavens Fall.

A man stepped out of the light. He didn't look like an alien. He looked like the Original Billionaire. He wore a suit of shifting, liquid carbon that mimicked the fashion of 1920s New York—pinstripes of starlight, a silk tie made of nebulae. His face was a mirror of Julian’s, but colder, devoid of the "Teacher’s influence." This was The Sovereign, the entity that had seeded the "Consensus Logic" across the galaxy a billion years ago.

This time, there was no dead body, and I was still clueless. "The 3K's, they were also called the 3 Kings, the most famous, handsomest, and strongest werewolves in the Werewolf Race! It was a group consisting of Butch Fender, Cyrus Roaster, and their leader... Daxton Astrid." Gabriella explained as she looked between the crowd. Daxton Astrid... What was in the name that made my heart skip a beat after hearing it? I shook my head. It must have been because his surname was the same as this University, the Astrid University.

It was heavy with a commanding quiet. "The old world has a habit of trying to renegotiate closed accounts, Alistair, " Julian said. His deep baritone vibrated through the darkened room like a blow. He stopped two feet from Sterling. His massive frame eclipsed the emergency light remaining. Sterling looked up. His eyes were wide with terror and bitter realization. He glanced from Julian to Elena. "You don't understand what you've done Julian " Sterling rasped. His voice trembled as he held the drive tighter. "The Sovereign Horizon is not a few legacy shares. We are the compliance foundation for the Pacific rim. If you bypass our network you throw the distribution agreements into complete anar

Madchen marveled at the men’s healthy appetites. Drago, NIck, and Marcu ate three platefuls of food, with Madchen raising a curious eyebrow, watching them act like lumberjacks after a hard morning’s work. “They have… interesting metabolisms,” Adriana smiled,”A trait of their unique lineage.” Why did she have the distinct feeling the family matriarch was trying to tell her something? “Hmmph,” Grigo cleared the air, “What my beautiful wife is trying to say, little girl, is we are not like ordinary humans,”

they won't be able to survive much longer or go any further as long as we are alive. "Glaze" is what we call ourselves. A big clan that will take down all the evil witches all over the place. We have the headquarters, the weapons, and the skilled and trained troops. For witches who perform dark rituals, we're always on the lookout for them. Take up arms to get the world out of the endless black hole.

"That's what I thought as well, not until, I saw and heard everything myself. She confessed a lot of things to me. How she killed my... mothers. Mine and Doris. We aren't really sisters but still, we are sisters" Doris' eyes widened. No one said a word. There was ultimate silence. "She needed my blood in order to put her daughter, Celia into control, and to do that, she created the DHC- "DHC? What's that?" Frank asked again. He seemed to be the inquisitive type of person. "Dark hunters cartel. They specialize in hunting and killing supernatural though their main games are vampires" Lucas answered, on Tessa's stand. Karl angrily bit his lips.

He seemed to remember Anna's last name and now I know why. "I was there that night. I was undercover, and my goal was to find out where they were going to have a drop." Children. They stole children and used them. Used them for their own personal gain, and it all started with Anna and her bother Jed. Not only did they condition them and train them, but Anna and Jed were given a serum every month from the time they were three until they each turned sixteen. Stephanson thinks it was made from someone with military background. I hadn't heard anything about Jed in years. Even when Anna and I dated in the past, she never mentioned him. I always assumed they just lost track of each other over the