Darkfall Comic Novels & Stories

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

“If Gaia is there, I’ll drag her out myself. Prepare the pack. We leave at once.” Damon hesitated, clearly troubled by the urgency of the situation. “Valtor, there’s something else you need to understand. Dreadfall isn’t just a place. It’s a living, breathing entity. Those who venture there… don’t return the same. If we go there, we’re risking everything.” Valtor’s eyes hardened. “I’m not risking anything. I’m going to get her back.” He turned sharply, not waiting for an answer. His mind was fixed on the journey ahead. The ache of Gaia’s absence weighed heavily on him, driving him to face any danger or challenge. She was out there, and he would find her.

Across the sky panels, I see cracks forming. Each crack pulses in rhythm with the ache inside me. “You want exceptional?” he says softly. “Let’s escalate.” He lifts his hand. The city below freezes. Cars halt mid-motion. People suspended mid-step. Time isolates me. Then— The air tears open beside me. Dylan falls through it. Hard. He lands on one knee, breath ragged, eyes wild. The moment he looks up and sees me— The heat detonates. It is not gentle reunion. It is collision.

“I have come to correct the First Dark’s mistake. To undo its betrayal. To prove that existence is suffering and nothing is superior. To erase everything and return all consciousness to the perfect peace it should never have left.” Dawn moved forward. Stood between the Second Dark and the pack. Protecting. Defending. Choosing. “You will not erase them. You will not harm them. You will not undo what I chose.” Dawn’s voice was firm. Final. “I am the First Dark. I am the original. I am the strongest. And I say existence continues. Something persists. Life is protected. Accept my choice or leave. Those are your only options.”

Trying to get to me. Something crashes into him and I can’t make it out - I realize too late it’s a bolt of lightning. He falls. NO! I pull with everything I can and then some. I anchor myself to the pull I feel from Jake, and then - then my glowing hand makes a hole in the wall. Sean doesn’t notice. He’s throwing more at Jake, thinking I’m not worth paying attention to. He’s so very wrong. He thinks he’s unstoppable. He never considered what doing this would do to him - how it would make him vulnerable. He’s so distracted and tired from the different attacks while trying to perform such a taxing spell, and that right there is his downfall.

Filip was sure that even if he survived the fall, there should be some wild animals in the valley below to clean up the mess, now that it was taken care of, it was time to get back to business. He lifted his shoulders in pride as he strode with Darin and his troops to cross the dawn border, where the dawn soldiers were still standing, their heads bent in acknowledgement of what had just taken place. “Lucas De’ Clan, your former leader is no more. From now on, all of you will answer to me, you will serve me just like your alpha agreed. So now, all of the dawners, bow down to your new leader….” HER POSSESSIVE ALPHA 3: COMING SOON.

To fade away she heard a voice whisper to her. “You're not alone. Only together can we defeat the darkness they have created. You must find me.” Alicia was overtaken by her surprise and so much she hadn't noticed that she was laying in front of the Guardian and Cassandra. Cassandra grabbed her as she began to sob for reasons, she couldn't find the words for. Her mind was overwhelmed by everything she had witnessed and she tried to gather herself as the Guardian knelt down in front of her. Alicia wiped away her tears and turned to the hooded Celestial. “What was all that?”

Viper managed to cry out, all the while feeling the wrenching pain that was in her guts as she tried to stand using her hands and knees. “Why I’m killing you?” Xander spoke, his cool yet firm voice still betraying his evil deeds. “Have you ever heard about the Darkforce?” The Viper was too confused and in pain to answer. “Well, let’s just say that place sucks like hell!” he spat, “it is hell, actually! The souls of the damned and all that shit that it seemed impossible to get out of until this guy, calls himself Prometheus and claims to be a god and all that he could get us out only of I could help him find some mysterious cosmic artifact...”

“My bad. I should have told you my name first. I’m Dante Verlice, Alpha of Dark Moon.” I’m doomed.

With little time left until the day would fade into night and with all her loose ends tied up, the only thing left to do was wait. *_*_*_*_* Harley walked over to the ledge once more and peered out at the sky. The cloudy white of day had been replaced by the deep lilac of twilight, and she knew that time was up. She had been planning this for a little over a week, and she had spent the day taking care of all the loose ends. There was only one thing left to do. She slid her hand into her jacket pocket and pulled out a little glass vial that she'd managed to sneak from Zander only a few days ago and then a slender hunting knife from her belt. Rolling up her sleeve, she gritted her teeth as she