Darklord Morningstar Novels & Stories

"The High Assembly is dead. The wild packs recognize the Silver Luna and the Blackthorn throne." Eldrick stepped beside me, his bare, scarred chest covered in soot and dried blood, his arm sliding around my waist. The black void of his curse was entirely gone, replaced by a warm, steady pool of pure golden amber. The Reverse Claim was complete; the ancient rage of his bloodline had finally found its permanent anchor in my soul. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine as the first rays of the morning sun broke through the storm clouds, illuminating the snow-capped peaks of our valley in a brilliant blanket of silver and gold.

That lycan was Elder Desmond, who shifted back to his human form to welcome me. “Thanks for coming to our prayer ceremony, Alpha. We need your signature on our petition.” Then he gestured towards the statue of the God Daragor and requested me. “Slit your right wrist and present your blood before our God. It’s time to get justice, Alpha!” Justice, blood, and God Daragor? These three words apparently had no connection whatsoever, that particular immortal was renowned for his bloodlust and evil intentions. I didn’t hold back and voiced my thoughts openly.

His smile returned but this time it lacked any warmth. "Hades." Evangeline frowned. "He isn't a weapon." "He was meant to become one," Morningstar corrected. "And honestly? He would've made a very impressive one. His power is fascinating. He can destroy almost anything around him without even lifting a finger. A creature like that would be invaluable to the right people." "He isn't a thing." "No." Morningstar's eyes narrowed slightly. "Because they failed." The answer surprised her. "They couldn't control him. And weapons need to be controlled."

" I say in almost a whisper, feeling the room grow icy cold. A grin grew on his face as his eyes glowed a bright yellow. A demon, in this realm. It couldn't be possible, it can't be. But this was no ordinary demon. Regular demons had black eyes, he had yellow. He wasn't just an average demon. That was when it clicked in my head, like atoms combusting together. That name, 'Memphis' I knew it, I shuddered at the mere realization. "Go on." He urged me. He could tell I knew exactly what he was. "You are Memphis Morningstar, the spawn of the devil. The Archdemon. The king of the cross-road demons and the prince of hell." I say, watching as his grin grew wider.

said an Undead who had just walked into the room. Next to this Undead was another of his kind but of the opposite sex. The two approached Dark Shadow’s throne and knelt before her, offering their respect to their mistress. “Bloodlust greets Mistress Dark Shadow.” “Breaker greets Mistress Dark Shadow.” Looking down upon her two subordinates, Dark Shadow chuckled lightly and gestured for them to stand. These two, Bloodlust and Breaker, were the other two 4 Star Undead under her command. Bloodlust and Breaker were both Blood Daemons, Undead who derived their strength from the blood of their enemies. The two were twins that had served Dark Shadow even before Muscles and Slender had become her ar

Elara’s silver light spiraled through the air, coiling around the dragon king, merging with his fire, creating a cyclone of molten gold and shimmering silver that struck Malakar directly. The shadow lord screamed as the combined force of dragon and healer struck him. His magic fractured, the beasts and shadows he commanded collapsing into ash. Malakar’s body twisted in fury and fear as the final wave of energy engulfed him. With a deafening roar, Verath released the full extent of his dragon power, molten flames consuming the darkness, until nothing remained but silence and smoke.

“I cannot allow such embarrassment to fall upon our Dark Lord.” Lucifer lifted an eyelid but before he could speak, Melloch plunged the dagger even deeper into his chest. “Look upon me in awe my brother as I end your reign,” he smiled. “Our Master has whispered into my ear and glorious is his voice that is carried upon these ashes. You know not the glory of servitude and you know not the power of adoration. You have loved only yourself for too long. No longer will you shine Morning Star for evening has fallen upon you my brother.”

"A Dark Lord from the Western factions intervened? Those Dark Lords are at least a martial god-tier powerhouse. Reginald just endured an epic battle here in Holtrien. To be attacked by such a figure the moment he left the continent… the situation is grim." The faces of the department heads turned solemn. Nigel gritted his teeth. "Patriarch Donovan, which Dark Lord was it?" Donovan replied coldly, "The Gray Wolf, Kaelen Soros." Kaelan was the Dark Lord of the Western Werewolf Clan, one of the three major races in the Western dark factions. He held peak martial god strength, and "Gray Wolf" was his personal title. Additionally, Western Dark Lords generally held a natural physical advantage ove

In the middle stood the Elders, cloaked in white trimmed with crimson, their staffs embedded with shimmering moonstones. The packs were surrounded. Damon stepped forward, his aura flaring wide and bright. “This is an act of war,” he snarled. “State your purpose before I give the order to tear you apart.” Elder Marcellus, the oldest of the Council, stepped forward. His eyes were cold. Sharp. Too knowing. “Alpha Damon of the Silvercrest Pack,” he declared. “You harbor the Eclipse Luna—an unregistered, untrained wielder of forbidden moonlight.”

Lucifer can’t hold in his laugh, “who the hell is the dog?” “Sir, the guy says he controls the inside here.” “Oh,” surprised Lucifer says, “so, you telling me someone is dominating my men on the inside?” Shocked, Martin Realises this is Lucifer, the most feared man on earth. “Mr. Morningstar, Sir, my apologies. I never realized who you are.”