Darkstalker Comic Novels & Stories

Nelanian ripped it open and read the name scrawled in calligraphy. 'Assassinate Mr. Starkridge by the 20th of this month.' It was stated. Nelanian remembered who he was at that point. "I am Zegrath Void, The Necessary Evil and Keeper of Darkness, the hundred and seventh to hold the title," he said in his brain as he descended the hill.

I paired it with sliver stellitos, I took my time to go down the stairs, to where Felix was waiting on me. "You look like a princess,'' Felix fanned his face. "I know.'' I gave a lopsided smile. He span me around, then dipped me low and kissed my neck. "Just don't get eaten by the beast.'' Felix whispered in my ear. I giggled, ''come on, lets go.'' Felix whistled as we arrived at Mr Walker's home. "If I didn't know better, I would say this man is apart of the MOB.'' I scoffed.

I kept walking, but my mind stayed on her. It wasn’t just obsession anymore. It was something deeper, something darker. She didn’t understand the world I lived in, but she would. I’d make sure of it. I reached my car, a sleek black vehicle parked on the side of the road. Slipping inside, I sat in silence for a moment, staring out at the bustling streets. I could have anything I wanted—money, power, control. But none of it mattered if I didn’t have her. Pulling out my phone, I dialed a number.

He pushed me behind him, his body vibrating with a wicked need to protect his property. "She belongs to the void," the voice hissed. A creature made of smoke and teeth lunged from the dark. It was the Shadow-Stalker, a beast Morvanna had summoned from the "Between." Kieran shifted halfway, his claws growing long and black. He met the beast with a violent crash. The tunnel shook. Stones fell from the ceiling. I scrambled backward, my hands scraping against the sharp rocks. I was weak again. The silver light was a distant hum in my blood. I felt like that nine-year-old girl again, watching something beautiful get crushed.

Some allies were going to Astro-Star's aid, a ship came and with lightning incinerated the wreckage, he fell a few meters away from the wreckage, while around him, there were several problems that would be dissatisfied reporters even in the isolation cordon. When, Dark-Dragon was hiding, he tried to kick some debris and fuselage debris before he was taken away being driven away from there. Then, like that, he kicks some debris and saw the sky above many buildings the man of steel and to his surprise there was lightning.

“I know mom, we’ll be safe.” Actually tomorrow we’re going to the woods to fight a vicious werewolf descended from a centuries-old pack of killers called the Dark Ones. After tomorrow you might never see me again or if something happens to Hayden, I’ll never be happy again, but no biggy! She wished she could say these thoughts out loud, to express how stressed and worried she was. She wished she could hug her mom tightly and let her know how much she and her dad meant to her, tell them that they were doing this so people like them could be safe too; but she couldn’t. Hayden arrived shortly after. He was dressed in stretchy gym pants and a sleeveless black t-shirt with an image of a beautiful

He could sense someone's presence lurking in the shadows, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement. Suddenly, a figure materialized in front of Dakota, emerging from the darkness. Xander, the Shadowstalker, awaited him within, ready to challenge him with his mastery overshadows. "I know you, you are the twin brother of Shadowmaster, and your power is familiar with him..." Dakota said. And he laughed. "Yes, we may be twins, but my powers are far more different than him..." He laughed. Xander, his features concealed beneath a cloak of shadow. Dakota felt a chill run down his spine as he met the gaze of his formidable adversary. Xander's voice resonated with an air of calcula

Thalos stammered, "W-Who are you?" "We told you." Zark snorted coolly. "He's the famous chief of Mystic Sky Guild!" Thalos sighed in relief—in a way, he wished that was true, as his defeat would make sense if that was the case. No one would mock an ant for losing against an anteater… though it went without saying how helpless Thalos felt, comparing himself to an ant. "Apologies, and farewell!"

“What’s going on?” “Her stalker is in her house. Curt Fowler. He’s a friend of a Wyatt Pierce, her ex-boyfriend, and some lycan supremacist dick.” “Wait, not the artist?” My stomach flipped with my irritation. “Yes, the fucking artist. Are you dispatching or what?!”

Ezekiel offered. “Pfft, you’re crazy.” Making a birthday party for a dead woman... only the Mad Dragon Emperor would do it. ---- Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.