Darkstalker Comic Novels & Stories

“You mean I can leave?” “Well, you can't leave the realm, Drake has to take you since you don’t know how to leave yet.” He said clearing his throat. “But you can go outside if you want to. It’s daytime, you don’t want to be outside during the night. Some creatures out there are scary, and we don’t like to be out there, they kill our kind.” “Are they Light Dweller?” “Some call them that, but I don’t know.” He said shrugging his shoulders. “But I would fear them if I were you.”

He stared up to his masterpiece, which are marks and hickeys, decorating his milky skin. Blake gasped when Luca abruptly pulled his pajamas all the way down to his feet until it was thrown on the carpeted floor. His small dick stood proudly before Luca, who's impatient to suck the life out of him. Without wasting any second, he sucked Blake's cock like a vacuum cleaner, making him squirm and helplessly moan. He did not last, and he cummed inside his lover's mouth, who gladly swallowed it all.

The countdown had begun. The first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of blood orange and bruised purple, casting long, ominous shadows across the battlefield. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood that would soon saturate the air. The Shadow Stalkers, a formidable force cloaked in darkness and malice, emerged from the depths of the whispering woods, their numbers seemingly endless, a tide of black fur and burning eyes. Their leader, a hulking behemoth with eyes like chips of obsidian, stood at the forefront, his snarls echoing through the silent forest.

As time went by, my walk became faster, and so did the person behind me. When I was near the second to the last alley, I was ready to do the first move and attack whoever was behind me, but my eyes widened when I saw what it was. Long and sharp claws, and eyes that have the color of a sunflower shine under the light of the moon. Werewolf. And a gamma who looks like he's not in his right mind! F*cking sh*t. Just how lucky I could be tonight to see a werewolf that's not in their right mind?

He is the one! He walked out and disappeared in the dark. I was in complete shock after the realisation. Norman! He is back and he is my stalker. He was watching me and killed the people who hurt me. He killed everyone! Did he kill my parents too? Why? God! What do I do? Does Rafael know about it? I looked at Rafael and he looked at my tired eyes. "You need some sleep, Angel... Looks like your culprits are already punished..." He smirked and scooped me in his arms.

Chase remarked, his expression slightly shifting. He had not expected the elder to possess such a treasure. These parasitic creatures were ferocious, bloodthirsty, and deadly. No matter how powerful a cultivator might be, falling victim to these creatures spelled disaster. "I'm from the Starks' Secret Sect! If you kill me, you'll share my fate!" the elder screeched, his voice piercing and filled with hatred. Chase snorted in disdain. "Killing you is as easy as squashing an ant."

The long Jacket guy asked and I stood up in pain,it was as if thousands of pins were split into my head. His eyes blazed,a warning was burning within and I knew that this creature wasn't ordinary,maybe the devil created him specially. "Atleast you just confirmed you're deaf,despite the fact that you've got long ears" I say and one of his men laughed. "You're fired!!!" He told the guy who laughed. The whole room was still and quiet as if the world was dead,shock was written on everyone's faces as they watched the drama. "I thought I was talking to a human, but it's obvious I was talking to a beast. You think this aura of yours will bring respect...hehe,you're just the lonely dark creature you

Cove returned and took Eli’s hand again. “Clear,” Cove said. “You’re doing good. Just keep holding on.” Eli’s voice shook. “I feel like I’m going to pass out. The dark… it’s too much. I keep seeing the closet. I keep hearing Marco laughing.” Cove pulled him close for a moment, pressing a quick kiss to his temple. “I know. I’m sorry. But you’re stronger than the dark. You’re stronger than all of this. I’ve seen it.”

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

With that, the demon walked out from the chambers, leaving behind the one thing he had always treasured the most. """""''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' With one final stroke of her finger on the wall, Skylar finally completed her art, her masterpiece. She stared at the blood-stained walls with glee, her eyes were back to the darkest shade of purple, her humanity vanishing again.