Darkfall Comic Novels & Stories

I quickly responded, "It's not that. I think lost someone." Lowan sat next to Noah and me. He placed his fiery card in the middle resembling a campfire. I noticed that the card had the roman numeral I on it and an image of a sorcerer of some sort. The flame kept us warm and made the area bright and less spooky. Noah placed his hand over my shoulder and asked, "Who is this someone?" "Before I fainted, I was in a battle with a Dalaketnon," I explained. "Wait. How did you fight the creature? You can't de-soul," pointed Lowan.

The prison I had just shattered. But now, without Solara powering it, the energy flickered weakly. “This is what’s been happening here…” I muttered. Abandoning the wreckage behind me, I climbed to my feet every bone in my body aching. A soft groan echoed through the chamber. Then a figure stepped through the hole I’d fallen through. Drazhan. He descended slowly, like a demon landing from the sky. “You’re persistent,” he sneered, blood dripping from his nose. “You’re insane.”

Zhang Jue mumbled to himself with vicious eyes as he turned around and walked away from the camps, disappearing into the woods in a blink of an eye. Meanwhile, on the other side... Wind was blowing frantically by Darryl's ears as he tried to slow his fall by continuously stabbing the Heavenly Halberd into the walls of the cliff, but with his internal energy drained, he was slowly beginning to lose strength. His body fell faster and harder by the second and as Darryl looked down, he was shocked to find a narrow valley at the very bottom of the cliff. Both ends of the valley seemed to extend indefinitely. As he was half way into the fall, Darryl caught sight of the green poisonous plants that

★ ★ ★ Draven’s POV The photo on my desk never aged, but I had. Two boys. Twin, no older than six. Grinning with ice cream smeared across their chins. Kael had always been the one with his eyes half-closed, like he was seeing something the rest of us couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. Now all I saw were fault lines. A war encoded into their blood. I turned from the photo to the fireplace. Flames danced within, orange and hungry, but their warmth didn’t reach me. Diana Jones is dead. I watched the coffin sink.

I registered Silas talking with Saint and Atlas, trying to figure out the best way to get everyone safely below ground as I worked, but I elected to let the males puzzle out this portion of our plan themselves, unaware of the obstacles standing in our way due to having never traveled this way in the past. My stomach rumbled hungrily as they plotted, the muscles starting to cramp from a lack of nourishment, and a few of the girls complained about being starving as well. All the same, there was nothing we could do about that for the moment, so I focused on ensuring the males hadn’t been injured too badly by the acid rain as Silas and the others began organizing the group to descend below groun

He started "You also have to cut ties with this world in order to defend Altheda, remember not only is our realm in danger but this world is also in danger. It is all left for you to decide, it's time for The Dawn of A Guardian." He said those words with so much emphasis. And before I know it another smoke screen filled up the book shop again, I managed to find my way out before I would choke to death.

My mother and I had been following up the notes from my Father’s diary lately and the sooner we unravel the mysteries it unfolds, the safer our lives will become. “Come in.” answered a voice from inside the room after I repeatedly knocked on the door. I went inside the room and it took me some seconds to clearly see the entire place. The room was dark and stuffy. There were clothes, bags, furniture and papers all around. I wondered how the man I went to see survives in such a tight place.”Sit down.” He said while pointing towards the sofa with lots of clothes on. I pushed the clothes and sheets to the other side of the sofa and squeezed myself into it. “I am Fetty Dzarma.” I began. “My fath

Chapter 59: The Gathering Storm The darkness was growing. It was a subtle shift, a creeping tendril that reached out from the shadows, threatening to engulf the universe. Liam and Xal'dar could feel its presence, a cold, icy dread that chilled them to the bone. They had returned to their home, a small village nestled amidst the ruins of the old world. The people there had welcomed them back as heroes, their stories of their adventures spreading far and wide. But Liam and Xal'dar knew that their respite was temporary. The darkness was coming.

Moore asks. I use the link hoping that Jamie will naturally answer for me. “He says that before leaving Crimson Dawn Alpha Black gave him one milligram of sublingual Ativan. Half takes the edge off, one helps him sleep.” Jamie doesn’t fail to relay my message. “What are your names?” “I’m Jamison Williams and he’s Cole Redmen.” Jamie answers easily as we slowly make our way across the room. “What are your ranks?” It seems rank means a lot to this pack. “The seat he wants you in is right behind you. All you have to do is sit.”

Harold froze, and Chloe caught the fleeting expression of shock that flitted across his eyes. Chloe took a deep breath and clenched her fists. "Is Xavia working for Duskfall?" Harold remained silent. After a long while, he sighed wearily and said, "Chloe, please don't concern yourself with this anymore. Duskfall is a force to be reckoned with. Both you and Joseph are still young. Xavia won't bug him anymore, so you can rest assured. You still have a long life ahead, and since it's already over, you shouldn't get involved again."