Darkstalker Comic Novels & Stories

Including killing thousands of Supernaturals. He smirked as he raised his glass to take another sip. He wrinkled his nose as the liquid started to lose its warmth. He should have taken someone for his thirst, tearing the vein and savoring the rich taste directly from the source. He especially likes it when he sees the life force dimming from the victims' eyes. When they flap their hands like a fish trying to get away from him. Fools. As if they can fight him. Him! A chuckle escaped past his lips.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

“He would have been dead too, but from the looks of it, killing him is a waste of blood and energy.” 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆! 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒔𝒂. 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒕... Of course, he knew Lucas was my ex; he was a stalker, a psychotic stalker. I felt my vision disappear slowly, and I fell, everything turned black; was I… dead?

He howled, head snapping back. Dre handed me a rag. “Again?” I nodded. We took turns—fists to ribs, crunching; knees to the gut, making him retch. A knife drawn slowly across his thigh—not deep enough to kill, just enough to make him scream as blood soaked his pants. “Talk,” I growled, twisting the blade just a little. Brandon gasped, sweat mixing with blood on his face. “Go to hell.” Dre laughed darkly. “We’re already there, man. You’re just the guest.”

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

And with ease, he took over that Lightning which Stacy has send to him. Then he redirected it to where some of the Rogue wolves where. The loud sound of lightning boomed striking there, now much powerful than what Stacy had send. The wolves all quickly whimpered, jumping and scattering away from that area. “What are you,” Stacy shouted in unbelief. With an evil smirk Drakes quickly extended his hand to the once heir of the Warlock kingdom and drained away, taking all her powers. “Mom,” Ariel screamed in panic, not wanting her mother to die.

“But that doesn’t really matter. What matters is that you did it. And I want you to know how much I appreciate it.” I came to another body. Kicking rubble away, I leaned in close and sniffed. With a grimace, I turned away, moving on to the next. “Aren’t we taking this one?” Lana asked. “It’s a Dawn Stalker,” I told her. “Oh… but don’t they need to be cleared too?” she questioned. “They get cleared last,” I replied. “I won’t insult the memory of my pack mates and allies by leaving them to rot in the field to take the time to worry about Dawn Stalker dignity. Do you have a problem with that?”

Butcher stood silently by, observing them all. The mood was light, the team high-spirited due to a recent cash windfall. Godfather Marco had even promised a party that evening, which everyone eagerly anticipated. Suddenly, Hardin entered the room, and the energy shifted. Silence fell as everyone turned their attention to him. He ignored them, heading straight for a punching bag, unleashing his fury on it. Stalker approached him with a grin. "Hey," she said, introducing herself. "I'm Stalker." Ghost and Hacker introduced themselves next. Hardin couldn’t help but wonder what a young guy like Hacker was doing in a dangerous place like this.

Then he said: "Okay." Caelith stared at him. "Okay," she repeated. "I mean." He picked up his keys and turned them over in his hand. "I'm not going to pretend I'm not freaked out because I absolutely am. At least at the fact that Zara is an assassin or was??.” He looked at Zara as if expecting an answer. “But." He paused. "You said a name. At the end. Morrha." "Yes." "You're sure that's what you saw."

Kevin’s propaganda still echoed in the distance, his hologram flickering faintly against the sky. << ALERT! LOCATION DETECTED. STALKER ZOMBIE THREAT LEVEL: CRITICAL. >> << SUGGESTION: CREATE A HIGH-ENERGY DISTRACTION TO REPEL THEM. OR USE THE 'SECRET INDOMIE RECIPE' TO ALTER THEIR NATURE. >> "Damn it! The Secret Recipe! Which one?!" Bima cursed inwardly, his thumb trembling as he flipped through the pages. The Stalker Zombies moved silently, like creeping shadows. They were gaunt silhouettes with glowing red eyes that blinked with malice.