Darkfall Comic Novels & Stories

The Bastion of Dawn. ​The connection snapped. ​The spy fell back against the pillar, his body hitting the floor with a hollow thud. He wasn't marked by a single blade, but his eyes were empty husks, his mind a blank slate of white noise. He was alive, but the man who had been a Sun-Dancer was gone. ​Elara collapsed, her breath coming in ragged, freezing gasps. Caleb caught her, his own arms trembling, the golden light of his runes muddy and exhausted.

“Dawn Stalkers, come in. This is Alpha Danvers of the Ironpaw Pack. I repeat. This is Alpha Danvers of the Ironpaw Pack.” I paused, giving time for a response. Only silence. “Come in, Dawn Stalkers,” I said again. “This is Alpha Danvers of the Ironpaw Pack.” “Alpha Danvers,” a nervous-sounding voice came over the walkie. “Th-this is Warrior Sanders of the Dawn Stalkers.” “Warrior Sanders,” I answered. “I’d like to say it’s nice to meet you but under the circumstances I think you can understand my hesitation.” “Yes, Alpha,” Sanders replied.

I hear footsteps of Blood Ston packs warriors who've approached the roof, they probably went in right after Azzrail was killed, hopefully, they managed to save those poor girls. "Oh, you brought more friends ..thank you so much ..Adam was it? Dawn is so fond of you, your all she thinks about most of the time "His voice drips with venom, I am too scared to even move. I try scooting over to Dawn and I am pushed back and thrown to the edge of the roof by a black projection from within him, and it's crazy strong. That's definitely going to leave a big bruise. The troops immediately open fire, before I know it at least 6 of the warriors are dead and a huge part of the roof is now full of corps an

The night was young, and Jericho Jadwin was bored. None of his regular customers was causing problems, there was nobody to blackmail, and Dawn did not contact him apart from that one message from a few days ago using some random person’s phone. He did some digging and learned how Ricardo finally pulled off the coup d'etat. Some said that Dawn died, but no bodies matched his best friend’s description for obvious reasons.

The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon. Alpha Isaac. “Did you really think I was going to just let you leave like that? All these years I’ve kept you safe and well looked after. This is how you think it’s ok to repay me?” He was furious to say the least. I tried my best to hold back the tears but I was afraid, my body trembled as he stepped towards me. Standing only a few metres from my side. “You disgust me.” He spat in my face and forced me to my knees. The pain making me cry out loudly, causing him to then slap me around the face.

Razor-sharp nails extended from his fingers, ready to rend and tear with lethal precision. Driven by an uncontrollable rage, he became a whirlwind of destruction, his fury unleashed upon his enemies. Men fell before him like leaves in a storm, their cries lost in the din of battle. But as the dust settles and the last foe crumpled to the ground, Alex finds himself in the midst of carnage, the adrenaline faded, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. With a final, trembling breath, Alex's form shifted, reverting to his human guise. He collapsed amidst the carnage, closing his eyes against the horror of the scene before him, surrounded by the silent testament of his unleashed fury.

Her final curse lingers: *"You will *fade* without the storm-" The venom whispers back. *"But we will *live*."* --- **The Edge of Dawn** The city crumbles. We emerge onto a plain of silver grass, the sky streaked with the first true light I've seen in lifetimes. Eden sinks to his knees, laughing weakly. "Is it over?" The venom hums, softer now. *"No. But the game has changed."* A shadow flickers at the horizon-a wolf with stars in its fur, watching. Waiting.

The poison had weakened them so much that they could not even shift into their wolf forms. Many of them lay on the ground injured, unable to get up. The few who remained standing huddled together as Jonathan’s warriors formed a tight circle around them. Walking forward, Jonathan approached Henry, who was standing in front of the small group. Even trapped with nowhere to go and no power to fight back, the Darkfall Alpha regarded him with fire in his eyes, as if he was going to pounce on him and tear his head off. Jonathan could not wait until he put that fire out and showed him who the real boss was.

“When the two packs merged, you were Alpha. Then you end up as Head Warrior? And now they’ve thrown you some scraps by giving you the Delta role and you’re eating it all up like a good doggy. I mean, come on! You fell for Lucas’ bullshit completely, and then he fucked you.” Dane grabbed Darren by the shirt, fur protruding from his knuckles, barely holding his temper. Whack job conspiracy theories were one thing, but now this guy was openly attacking his character and the situation he was in. Darren didn’t see the seriousness of the situation and how close Dane was to losing control when he continued to mock him. “And if that wasn’t enough, then he fucked your girlfriend!”

A scarlet flash streaked through the air as fast as lightning, piercing Daylon's chest. Blood sprayed everywhere, and Daylon's body flipped through the air and crashed heavily on the ground. The entire place fell silent. It was so quiet that one could have heard a pin drop. Daylon was the most outstanding of Jacobus' many apprentices. He was also at the third level of the Soul Awakening stage, which made him a formidable entity. However, Daylon hadn't even had the chance to flee from Sebastian.