Darkstalker Comic Novels & Stories

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.

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

The silver haired young woman struggled to come to terms with what had happened… still trying to fight off the dizziness. The last thing she saw before the darkness claimed her was the wolf’s face switching into one she knew quite well: Tristan fucking Hemmingway!

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

There's something in his locker that he shouldn't open. “Zack? Why is Zack there? ” Dark asked Zack is one of the reapers who are extremely jealous of Dark. That's why Zack always does things that cause damage to Trans because Trans is the first and last to enter their office. "Watch out, he could do something to you again," said Dark. "He's searching for something on your table, I don't know what it is," said Trans. “All right. I'll handle this. " Said Dark. He strayed slightly from his comrades after speaking with Trans. After that, he dialled Auie's number. Auie answered his call immediately.

“Perhaps it’s too late already?” Lucifer draws himself nearer, the pungent smell of burning filled my nose, “Tell me Princess of St Leger, how many people have you killed already with your power?” He pauses once more, leaning so close now that the heat from his breath warms my cheek. “How many people reside on your list to dispatch already I wonder? I predict that the seed of darkness has already been sewn. “And it is a well known fact that the St Leger power feeds off of darkness.” He finishes. The room falling into silence around us.

It depends on him whether they win. I knew my friends would get angry and lose trust in me, but I wouldn’t let the world mess with whatever Mr. and Mrs. Steler were planning to bring back. "Have you ever thought of anything else in your life other than how to beat the game?" I looked at the speaker, Dark. He sat down next to me and looked at me. Here we are outside the cave, we have decided to come down from the tree we were hiding in earlier because it was too crowded for us.

Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white, Let fever burn them every night. Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind, No peace, no joy, no rest to find. Their cries will echo in the dark, As shadows leave a lasting mark. They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain, But nothing stops the rising pain. This curse I send, it shall not miss, My blood, my voice, I seal with this." As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.

She scribbles something down before handing it back to me. I look down at the list: Stalker: Private Investigator Hacker or Cyberstalker Obsessed Ex-Lover Security Expert Detective (who becomes obsessed with their subject… which will be you, Alissia!) Stranger stalker I laugh at her note about the detective, but I’m impressed. “Okay, but is a private investigator or detective really dark enough?” She shrugs. “Depends. What are they following? How much of their life is hidden in the shadows?”