Dark Tower Graphic Novels & Stories

"Why didn't you tell me first, I would have planned something!... We don't have time and Mira is nowhere!" "I was going to but you were gone, god knows where!" She rolled her eyes. "All the best!" He sighed frustrated. He has involved Mira in all ceremonies and rituals, there was no way he was going to miss this. Durga arrived all prepared and sat beside Damon. Maya smiled and applied the paste on Damon's cheek and shoulders. "Enjoying?" Tara teased. He just chuckled at her. She turned towards Durga to apply the same paste on her but they suddenly heard gunshots.

Doughy from good living and laziness. Drakon is carved from granite. His chest is a landscape of muscle and violence. A jagged white scar runs from his collarbone to his ribs—a knife wound, old and deep. Another scar, a bullet graze, marks his side. But it’s the ink that holds me. A massive tattoo covers his torso. Wolves. A pack of them, snarling, fighting, running. They wrap around his ribs and disappear onto his back. It’s a masterpiece of shadow and ink.

Beta Shane rushed through the main hallway of the Moonlit Pack mansion. Morning light filtered through tall windows, but Shane hardly saw it-his thoughts were racing. He turned a sharp corner and burst into Alpha Jake's office, not even waiting to knock. Jake looked up from the report on rogue werewolves and vampires. "Shane? What's-" Shane closed the door behind him and practically threw himself onto the sofa beside Jake's desk. He extended his hand, holding a folded photograph. "Look at this, Alpha."

Strong. Not just Alpha scent. Intense. Suffocating. Smelled like burnt wood, rain, danger. Took the medicine... what is this? Kyrian thought. Hand shaking. Reached for water. Too intoxicating. Deep breaths. Air felt heavy. "God, can't faint here," whispered. Vision blurry. "Can't afford that..." Stood up. Fresh air. One step. Two. Luck ran out. Vision went black. THUD. THE CHAOS

He grinned proudly. “What car have you got?” Jake asked curiously as we all started walking. I knew that would catch Jakes interest. I smiled and pulled Liam a little bit behind, letting Jake and Johnny go ahead, giving them a little time. Jake needed to see for himself that Johnny was OK before he would stop scowling at him. By the time we caught up with them, Jake was sitting behind the wheel of a midnight blue BMW Z4, rubbing his hands on the dashboard lovingly.

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

A few days passed by as Zack recovered his strength at the packhouse. The Beta of the Shadow Pack—Xavier—had noticed that Zack was being relentless. Therefore, he offered Zack to be on the lumber delivery services that needed his strength to deliver the lumber to the locals that Shadow Pack traded with.

He thanked the Gods that the guys didn't see them come, as he let his Giant carry him upstairs. It was when he heard the door being locked, and his back bounced on the bed, he looked up to his boyfriend who had dark eyes, starved from the heat. He then gulped when the taller pulled his shirt up, revealing his perfectly toned body, packs of abs gorgeously showing on his stomach, and up to his hard chest. He saw the lust on the taller's eyes, and it somehow made him feel the shivers through his spine.

Seizing the opportunity to light my blade up, which illuminated the space between my self and the Vampire before me. He looked momentarily surprised before his face returned to a smirk. At least half a dozen blood red eyes stared out at me through the trees. Not an unmanageable number but the odds were definitely against me. I take in Tyrell. He was tall, with dark skin, almost the colour or the night sky. His bright white smile grinning back at me in an almost demonic way. Ironic seeing as I was the demon in this scenario. His eyes every bit as blood red as his minions behind him. He was dressed in a fitted dark grey suit, his shirt collar unbuttoned, revealing the flat planes of his chest

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.