Darkstalker Comic Novels & Stories

These jokers surely had to come soon, they only gave us enough food for a couple days. We were deep in a game of Bull Shit, one of my favorite card games when we heard someone. We both clung to each other and waited. After several locks and a bunch of noise, the door opened and there stood three guys, all in black with ski masks on. Sorry asses, can’t even show their faces. “You!” The guy pointed at Eve. We held each other tight. He walked toward her with a newspaper, shit he was going to do a ransom video or something, I’ve seen these on TV.

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

I found a little hiding place and set down on the ground. "The same darkness hunter that trapped me and my sister is still around then the darkness keeper killed us. Watch out for him, this darkness hunter is a spy for the darkness, since the darkness keeper himself will not come out to face us. But the keeper will die and his power over the other darkness hunter will come to an end" Stacy says and I want to hide just like the other darkness hunter, to find someone else to take. This one darkness hunter will lose its power and title when the darkness keeper dies but who is going to kill the darkness keeper after I come to my though.

The path to the Sacred Chamber, where the gemstone lay hidden, had been poisoned. I steadied my breath and pressed on, the handle of my blade tight in my grip. A thick mist began to roll in. From the mist, a low growl erupted. I spun to face it. A creature crawled from the shadows—skeletal, tall as two men, its body made of bone and black mist. Grave Stalker. It screeched and pounced. I barely dodged in time, rolling across cold stones. I swung my spirit-steel blade, catching its side. It retaliated with sharp claws that sliced my shoulder. I screamed and stumbled.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

My insides squirmed with disgust as mum opened the car door and turned her head to buckle her seat belt. I was the only one who saw it. Saw him through the glass. Saw his lips curve into a victorious smirk. A sly smile full of mischief,malice and hatred. An epitome of pure evil. I was the only one who always saw things as mum looked but never saw. I was frozen in the back seat as the car drove off into the night and I was left alone with his evil smile in my mind. Like always, I was alone once again. Becca Two months ago, my life turned upside down. I was attacked by my stalker, had my hand stabbed and my ear bruised.

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Lucas raised his finger and beckoned to Dark Warrior and Dark Cloud. This infuriated both Dark Warrior and Dark Cloud. Dark Cloud, the commander of the Second Dark Night Family, was a Rank 9 Dark Race. Suddenly, he disappeared. Dark Cloud was very fast, and he was not visible to the naked eye. Unfortunately, to Lucas, his speed was nothing worth mentioning. The next time Dark Cloud reappeared, he was in front of Lucas. He gripped his Ghostly Trident Saber tightly and drove it straight at Lucas' head. Swoosh!

The fight between wolf and vampire. Somewhere, somehow, we've triggered something. Something old and terrible. Something that was waiting for exactly this moment. Stark's grip loosens on my throat. We both collapse to the ground, gasping. My wolf forms flickers and fades. I'm human again. Naked and bleeding and terrified. "What did we do?" I whisper. Stark is staring at the blood red moon. At the boiling river. At the dark clouds swirling overhead. "I think," he says slowly, his voice filled with dread, "we just started the end of the world."

unravel. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't even a man. It was a Shadow-Stalker, a creature of forbidden alchemy sent by the High Council. It looked like a smudge of ink against the air, a humanoid shape with no face, only two glowing slits of necrotic green light. It didn't have a scent, which was why it had bypassed the sentries at the door. It was a silent, soulless assassin designed for one purpose: to strike at the heart of a lineage before it could even be born.