Darklord Morningstar Novels & Stories

"The dark star, one of the figures who possesses the power of the stars. He can make enemies fall into his darkness. If it is one of his own, they will become stronger, but if it is his enemy, they can only wait for death. "Hey, he's really tough! But it's not just us now!" Suddenly, Aunt Yang smiled and gave a command, causing two more figures to appear above the Dark Star Leader's head. "Wolf King Slash!" "Earth Dragon Spear Thrust!" ROOAAAARRRRRR... BOOOOOMMM….

“Now!” Taryn twists, blade flashing, grazing Veyra’s arm, blood spilling. “You’ll shatter,” she hisses, hymn grating, eyes cold. Veyra’s blade surges, pinning Taryn’s cloak to crystal, eyes wet, voice raw. “Name it!” Taryn’s lips curl, voice low. “The Starless.” Kalia’s orb strikes the core, light fracturing crystal, shadow-heart wailing, husks collapsing. Theryn’s light-blade pulses, Zynara’s vision amplifying, runes binding the core, claws dissolving. Kael’s Shadowkin surge, sealing rifts, void-blade steady, hymn strong. The core cracks, facets splintering, rifts closing, Veil’s threads weaving tight. A deeper hum rumbles, the Herald’s master—The Starless—emerging from a rift-maw, its shad

0 Special Abilities: Mind Terror (High) Lord Presence (Mid) Half Immortal (High) Heart Grasp (Mid) Soul Steal (High) Lightning Fast (High) Skills: Drain Touch (High) Physical Limiter (High) Torturer Chains (High) Stun Gaze (High) Cleaving attack (High) Special Traits: Cunning Mind Fear feeder Cursed of Undead Anchor Pride Descriptions: The Lord of all Lord in Dwertur catacomb dungeon, Born from the cunning and the corrupted soul of the Catacomb Warden Ankhle Poyi the 3rd. All spawn comes from it's twisted mind, Cursed to forever live in Dwertur to guard and torture any living souls that venture into it's lair. A powerful entity that plays and feeds on fear, avoid fighting if you doesn't poss

I was certain that he would not tell his mother of my unfaithfulness to her and the secret daughter that had been hidden away from her all of these years. “I will be, keep an eye on that slutty omega Elora. She is nothing but trouble that one.” I told him to which he looked slightly surprised but did not challenge my request. Being alpha meant what I said went. I was the leader of the pack. He closed the door behind him and my luna came stomping into the room with a look of thunder on her tired face. She still had it, even after these years and has given birth. Her body was to die for. My wolf still went crazy insane when she was near.

At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him. His background was shrouded in mystery, but whispers of his brutal rise to power and merciless tactics had cemented his infamous reputation. Those who crossed him were dealt with swiftly and brutally, their fate a warning to others who dared to challenge his authority. He's known as Lucifer. Lucifer sat in his study going through some files when his Beta, Mikhail Baryshnikov Darkclaw, walked in. There is no difference with the two, just that Vladimir is the chosen one by the moon goddess to be the Alpha of the Pack but Vladimir chose him as his Beta and his right hand man in the Underworld Mafia.

He shook his head, took another drink and muttered, “What are the chances it would be those two?” “I’ve often wondered the same thing. With Cassidy’s newfound powers, it didn’t take long for them to locate Holland and Carter--who were calling themselves Asteria and Perses. My mom led a team that took out Carter. It took a while for them to catch up to Holland after that. In the meantime, some quack doctor who worked for her found a professor to open the Blood Moon Portal, and it sucked up my dad, Elliott, Brandon, Jamie, and a couple of other people. I’m not sure who else.” “Dax,” Zane said. Jo looked at him questioningly. “The lanky guy in there, kinda pasty. He was in there.”

Think Kandreah. And then it came to me. Marcellus is the son of Hades, and Hades is a Chthonic deity. That means that every creation by Marcellus has a chthonic essence within. Well, nothing there to lose, Kandreah, I thought to myself. I unsheathed the chthonic Morningstar mace with my right hand and rose my chthonic prowler armour made by Thersar and Nexelex. With an unbridled rage, I raked, smashed and smacked through the crowd of transfixed Azabrahs. I could see it in their eyes, the hunger for ruckus, tussle and more souls to be scythed, but they couldn’t move an inch. I gave them the taste of their own medicine. Against their own volition, they have watched me while I was wreaking havo

He stared at the puddle of water on the coffee table with a frown carved onto his face. “Atticus Morningstar,” he said quietly, eyes flicking to my face. “Is your father.” Kimberly’s lip peeled back. Even in the dark I could see the hatred glittering in her eyes, so potent it took me aback. “I knew it. I knew you were evil.” She hissed, “Morningstar caused that mess, and got our parents into dark magic. I tried to tell you, Ryker. She’s going to destroy our coven. Like father, like fucking daughter.”

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

Vampires acquire powers as they age and being 2000 years old, his brother got the power to regenerate from any damage, even from ashes. "You staged your own death to upthrow me? You could have asked" "And would you have given me your throne? Why should I beg you? Why? I had the equal right on it" "Where were you for the past years?" Lothaire asked, his face a blank mask. "Hiding. Like a refugee in my own kingdom," Christopher spat once again, his tongue tasting the defeat.