Darkfall Comic Novels & Stories

Any other ordinary fighter would have died immediately after sustaining such horrific injuries. Shaun’s condition took a turn for the worse. Perhaps feeling relieved when he saw Tyr’s arrival, he felt extremely lethargic and struggled to keep his eyes open. “I’m happy to see you again, Tyr.” “Don’t talk, Grandpa Shaun. You will be fine. I’m right here.” Shaun nodded and said, “It has been ten years since we last saw each other. You have become an amazing man! “Tyr, the explosion was masterminded by Draken Willow and Lyra Jade. There is a conspiracy going on.”

He can't believe they are facing a trouble like this, right now after so many years of living peacefully. On the other hand, Xiomerrah is on a deep sleep with a nightmare. She saw Dawn being caught by the blurred images of two men. They were dragging her best friend into dungeon, push her into the cold cemented floor of dungeon. And to her surprise, Dawn transformed into a big monstrous mammal with fangs. Then, there's a man who have a long whip and use it to beat her up. The wolf growls. Then, he whips her again and again until time, the wolf lost her strength and fainted. She was back into her human form. She has bruises, contusion and a cut on her neck and leg that is now bleeding. She lo

People start rustling behind us, in the camp we abandoned. I meet her gaze. “Don’t be a hero. People need you.” She scoffs. “Can you make the same promise?” I grit my teeth. There’s no good way to say, not if you’re the one in danger. At least, not one she’ll accept. A howl splits the air, and I throw myself into a shift. Fur sprouts, claws and teeth extend, and I hit the ground running. Aldritch and the other guards sound off as they wake up. Daz, who slept in the same tent as Dowager Suniva, is already dead. I heard the second team arriving.

"It’s about the fact that they thought I would just lie down and let them carve me up." "You were never prey," Lucien said, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly vibration that sent a shiver down my spine. "You were just waiting for the right storm." The screen flickered. The data pushed out into the dark web of the Nightfall Territory, flooding the forums, the pack servers, the private channels of the elite. Ten million views in the first hour. The comments were a wildfire. Duskryn is a traitor. Blackmoor is a fraud. The Stormriven were framed.

Valerius didn't detonate; he liquefied. The massive, three-meter-tall Wolf King collapsed in on himself. The bones turned to powder. The muscles turned to slurry. The "Godfall" energy, having no vessel left to contain it, vented harmlessly into the sky in a final, beautiful aurora of green and gold light. The red storm clouds above began to break. On the roof, there was nothing left of Valerius but a steaming puddle of organic sludge and a few pieces of twisted armor.

Dawn growled, her golden form lunging at a wraith, claws slashing, decay exploding, the obsidian light glinting in her eyes, the plateau’s chill a call to battle, the frosted shale trembling, Tess’s fire a flame, the Veilshatter Echoes a thrum, the pack’s legacy a fire, the battle a frozen storm. The shard’s hum reached a crescendo, the obsidian runes blazing, the ground within the chasm splitting, a decayed form rising, the Veilshatter Echoes’ champion, a Decay Weaver, its form a mass of decay and frost, eyes glowing obsidian, its roar shaking the plateau, the chasm’s walls flaring, the air crackling with dark magic, the petrified trees trembling, the pack’s tattoos glowing, their howls a d

’’ Lucas was about to ask another question where the lady came in, saying ‘’Sorry to disturb ma'am, there is a man at the counter saying he is your husband, should I send him in? ‘’Umm sure, thank you’’, I replied. Wasn't he supposed to be at his office? ‘’Well I guess someone is not too busy after all and definitely not spending time with his girlfriend’’, Lucas said. The door opened again but this time, Rowan came through the door, wearing his dark suit and sunglasses. He looked hot but I wish he was mine, truly mine but that would stay a dream. ‘’Did you find the perfect cake yet?’’, I think he saw me drooling over him.

“This drama is sickening. Maybe it’s better to just kill both of you. I won’t be able to use you anymore, Druji. I can’t keep a foolish girl in my army. You’re a disgrace to our race!” “Then I’d be happy to leave your army,” Druji answered confidently. “Ha! Now you’re not scared of me anymore? Do you think you can leave this castle alive? Both of you will die today!” Dubheasa brought out blazing fires in her hand and threw them toward Druji. Druji was taken aback but Vivar used all his remaining strength to grab Druji and pushed him away. Druji was thrown into the hay stacks. All the fire consumed Vivar, making him scream in excruciating pain. “No!” Druji cried and tried to gather the wind t

I accepted his challenge and boarded the luxury yacht he had prepared. Ethan was dressed to impress. He stood above me, looking down. "Caleb. How does it feel, going from golden boy to everyone's plaything? You really are pathetic. My boys in prison spent five whole years working on you. Didn't think you'd actually survive. But seeing you now, it's obvious. You were always trash deep down." Five years of humiliation crashed back over me all at once. Every filthy, degrading, mocking moment. I wanted to tear him apart.

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