Dark Tower Graphic Novels & Stories

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Jake replied with a sheepish grin. “See?” Daniel gave him a cocky grin. “ This is why you should calm down. Your blood is just boiling for nothing.” “Buzz off.” Jake frowned, pushing his friend slightly. They faced the screen and resumed their game. “ Alright. If you have the guts,don't use Shao Khan..or Goro.” “Alright then.” Daniel laughed. He selected Sub zero while Jake chose Scorpion. “Perfect.” Jake smiled evilly. “Let the real game begin.”

Her denial came as fast as lightning. Unfortunately for Estelle, she failed to notice a cold pair of eyes watching her from a distant rooftop. ( Trunagan is the name of the standard currency in Shkrade. It was named after a werewolf hero who slayed an Abyssal Dragon. That's why it sounds more like a name.) (Author's Note: Hi there, sleep deprived author here. I have noticed that my writing has... deteriorated over the last few chapters, and I would love to apologize... and ask for your patience.

His clothes were a mix of black and red, a perfect reflection of him: Bold intimidating, and edged with menace. A high collared sleeveless black coat hung from his broad frame, the deep crimson lining flashing whenever he moved, and beneath it, a fitting black shirt stretched over a frame that was built more for power than agility. Jagged crimson patterns ran down the sleeves, resembling claw marks or veins of spreading corruption. His pants were dark as the abyss and had the same tattered red designs near the edges as if dipped in blood and left to dry. He wore heavy boots with crimson laces to match his clothes. Around his neck hung a single warn necklace, just a simple chain and battered

There was no shame in the role and yet here, it seemed an omega was no better than a modern day slave. Still, what did that have to do with mates? "Good is not the word I'd use." Alex was the one to answer, his serious eyes giving nothing away. "The trackers have reported back and they have found something." Johnny tapped a button on the laptop he was standing in front of and the screen hanging on the wall lit up to show a satellite image of some of the forested area that made up Blue Mountain pack territory. It wasn't a committee image because it would have been much more up to date. This image had been taken in the summertime so there was nothing but various shades of green. Lucas could ma

Below it, two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic confrontation. I recognized the faces of the Lycan brothers, their ferocity unleashed, fighting with a primal hunger I hadn't witnessed before. And then, a moment that stole my breath—a massive, shadowy creature, its eyes burning with an infernal light, rising from the depths, casting a pall over everything. It was a being of pure malevolence, and my blood ran cold as I felt its gaze, even through the vision, pierce directly into my soul. The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

The fiercer his fight, the tighter the hold became. The imposing dawn silhouetted a figure standing at the base of the rock formation. An old man with a dark beard, and black robes, tugged at him in the rising wind. Storm clouds flooded the sky. Imposing thunder shook the hillside, shifting gravel around his prison. The figure held a dagger in his left hand, but did not attempt to further the attack. Rather, he brandished it at Gabriel and taunted it in his face.

Alice shouted from the other room, impatience lacing her tone. "Patience is a virtue, Alicia. There are muffins in the top cabinet next to the...next to where I put that thing. Don't have the ones with the little sticks they're...special and not for you." Kogo responded loudly. Nothing about this woman was old and frail. She flipped the next card. Her eyes went wide and her tan skin went a tad paler. The card was dark themed with a huge tower. It was upright. Down below it was written in bold cursive letters ' the tower '.