Dark Tower Graphic Novels & Stories

It feels like I live in a prison where I can never be happy or see the light beyond the darkness around me. I never had friends or a girlfriend because my father doesn't let anyone get close to me. Sometimes I feel a lot of pain in my body and this always happens during the full moon, so I take some horrible medicine that my father gives me. He says it's for my good, because if I don't take it I'll get sick, I know it's not that, but I don't have my grandfather to tell me what's wrong with me! These nightmares that don't leave me alone and are always the same turn me into a horrible wolf where I'm in a war of leadership, that's it and the same dreams or nightmares every day.

And that's where I see them. Not one. Not two. A full escort. Guards line the edges of the clearing, positioned like they're expecting a threat. Or transporting one. In the center waits the transport—dark, reinforced, built more like a moving cage than anything meant for comfort. Thick iron bands run along its sides, and hitched to it— Not horses. Massive ironclad dragons. Their eyes glow faintly, unnatural and sharp, smoke curling from their nostrils as they shift restlessly against their restraints.

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

I asked. "Nothing," he wheezed. "I know nothing." "Then you're not useful to us. Hector?" Hector punched him in the stomach again. "I told you, I don't know anything about the darkness." "Then tell me where The Grange's main base is." "I can't do that." Hector pulled his fist back. I held up my hand to stop him. My hand touched his knee, and I pulled a bit of his energy. "Oh, Kira, you do like me." His pants tented as his erection stiffened.

While Morrha focused her immense, terrifying energy on chasing ghosts in the university quarter, letting her attention drift away from her carrier's minor movements, Jessica was free to map the true parameters of the power they were all fighting over. She carefully slipped the sealed vellum inside the interior pocket of her trench coat, right next to her heart. She pulled her collar up against the driving rain and walked back toward the dark grid of the city, moving entirely alone, an independent mind hidden safely inside a host's quiet rebellion.

But none of them mattered. Today, I had a client. I reached the basement door, pushed it open, and locked it behind me with a firm click. The air was cooler here, quieter, heavier, it smelled like something nasty was about to happen here, something that will make me feel relieved. “Shawty, I didn’t think you’d come this early,” one of them greeted, his voice low with anticipation.

I take my food to the lounge to eat while watching TV. When I'm not dancing, I'm cooking and watching series. Mostly thriller and suspense. Believe me, I get scared, but thriller is better than horror. It's mostly blood and guns but with horror? You'll come across creatures that don't even exist yet feel real because of how scary they are. You'll believe there's a Darkasher somewhere out there.

Because they somehow shares the same mindset. Soon, I can already see the cave. As moments passed, the figure went bigger and bigger. Until Demitri reigned the horse to a stop. "This must be it," Prince Evan said, facing the entrance of the creepy looking cave near a tall cedar with a carved symbol of a star and a sun. It's not a very huge cave but I guess just enough for someone to get lost inside. Demitri unmounted his horse and stood beside me. "You still willing to come inside?"

I replied. Hugo leaned forward from his seat and continued the tale saying, "She wasn't trapped, little miss. She chose to stay there. You see, the dimension where all the entities were bound is called Tartarus. It is the deepest section of the underworld which harboured all the darkness and evil of the world; some birthed by Tartarus itself, some children of dark primordial beings such as Khaos, Nyx, and Erebos. Among these children are the triad of death namely Moros, daemon of doom; Ker, bringer of violent death; and Thanatos, spirit of gentle passing. Their presence combined gave birth to a condition of aspiration and desire to live; hence, the existence of Elpis, spirit of hope. Elpis s

he will always be my MY KNIGHT IN DARKNESS THE END A/n: so this is the end of this beautiful journey.... And happily ever after.... Please tell me how was it?...did you guys liked it or not?..or were you expecting a different ending?.. If you have any questions , you can ask them... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did... Thank you all of you for your love and support... Thank you Love you all so much.... So this is me ...signing off...good bye...see you all at my next story....enjoy ...lots of love...