Darkstalker Comic Novels & Stories

Yes, obviously, he was not happy with being told to wait. "I am second to slaves?" The Dagerstanteen had three tentacles on each side of his body. As he spoke, he crossed his two middle tentacles over his broad chest. His two lower appendages gripped the handles of the glowing guns strapped to his sinewy thighs. "Did you find Varnas, Rhylent?" A younger Dagerstanteen jogged up next to the first. His bare feet made no noise on the cement. The thinner alien with brown tubes scanned Norwell, still bleeding and kneeling on the floor. He frowned as he swept Chasm with a glance. His middle tentacles went to the weapons strapped to his body.

Thick black smoke soared into the sky, producing a giant, terrifying plume. The pungent odor seemed to poison my nose and throat to the point of suffocation. The sounds of screams, cries, and laughter mixed together like water and wind in the ocean. Me too, was in that atmosphere. Lying helplessly on the grass with a body full of wounds. My body was so covered in blood that I was unable to do anything. With blurred vision, I saw a boy about seven years old with red hair and pale skin and long fangs, standing in front of me and pointing his index finger at me. A purplish light emerged from his index finger and swirled around in a small vortex.

Meanwhile drake was on his way to deliver the message he was sent, he skillfully maneuvered his way through the border of the Mystic Shadow pack until he got to a cabin. Skyler had asked him to find the cabin at the border of the mystic shadow pack, a man named Lucas with dirty blond hair, chocolate brown eyes and scar on the left cheek resides there. He was about to raise his hands to knock when the door flew open and a young man appeared, grabbing Drake by his neck and slamming him on the floor instinctively. Rogues are nothing short of bad news and Killing them was the first thing that came to the mind of a werewolf.

At thirteen feet tall, his light-absorbing obsidian fur and glowing violet Alpha runes made him the most terrifying entity on the battlefield. A Stalker slashed its dark-matter blade at Killian's chest. The blade didn't bounce off; it was simply absorbed into Killian's fur, dissolving into nothing. Killian’s deep, distorted chuckle vibrated through the air. "You call yourselves shadows?" He reached out with a massive, violet-clawed hand and grabbed the Stalker by its featureless face. Killian didn't crush it. He unhinged his massive jaws, revealing teeth that burned with a mixture of solar fire and deep space entropy, and bit the creature directly in half.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

This was the killer Jacob had created, the weapon that had been honed and sharpened until there was nothing left but the blade. A shiver shot down my spine as I took him in, as I really looked at the man standing across from me covered in blood that wasn't his own. No, this wasn't my sweet Cassien or my protective Cassien. This was the Maestro, the Black Rose's most dangerous and feared killer. And he was in everyway ready to kill.

Mystic Dragons had an even stronger sense. I knew what was going on the moment that she called me. Our paths were converging in the most unexpected way. Maddox Stark, son of the illustrious Calvin Stark, was someone that I wanted to help but fate warned me against intervening. He would be freed when the time came all because of his mate.

He leaned in closer so his mouth was closer to my ear, like he was about to reveal the biggest secret. "These aren't for free. I charge one dollar and if I see someone is either more rich or dumb, I cost them two dollars." He grinned at me. I, on the other hand, gasped. "You son of a butcher. Flying ducks, that is so smart. Well, it is also mean that you cost a dollar extra to- to-" I didn't want to call someone dumb. "Dumb? Stupid? Reta-" "Mason!" I slapped his arm. "That is so rude."

Then I saw a figure watching the carnage with what looked like satisfaction. It wasn’t an anomaly. It was a Human. Someone had led the creatures here on purpose. I moved toward the figure, shadows already forming into weapons. But before I could reach them, something hit me from behind. I went down, my chest wounds screaming in protest. A Stalker. Bigger than the others. It pinned me, its claws digging into my shoulders. I reached for my shadows. Nothing happened. The venom hadn’t cleared completely. In my weakened state, under pressure, my ability was failing.