Darkstalker Comic Novels & Stories

I mumbled while walking out of the gym. I could remember those words so clearly. Darkstar Zayn Redfield I knew that there was a connection between Zayn and BM. And I always wanted to believe that Zayn was working against BM. But if a Darkstar means… This is the worst thing that could ever happen. But still, I can clearly remember Zayn declaring war against those people on the night I was kidnapped. The thought hit me hard. Does this mean that, Zayn wants to quit working under BM? Is that why BM keeps blackmailing him? Stacey’s and Jake’s words kept screamng in my head. They blackmailed Stacey’s brother and killed him. That must be why Jake said, “Once you are a darkstar there is no turning b

Oh please, I wish I could survive. Darkesta was indeed a devil. We heard he could kill anyone who would turn their backs on him. Even his best friend died because of him. He wants to rule the world and he's starting to spread his evilness now like a virus, slowly killing the people without them knowing it. His evil guardians, the Dark Summoner were everywhere, slowly summoning even the humankind, I heard.

Nelanian ripped it open and read the name scrawled in calligraphy. 'Assassinate Mr. Starkridge by the 20th of this month.' It was stated. Nelanian remembered who he was at that point. "I am Zegrath Void, The Necessary Evil and Keeper of Darkness, the hundred and seventh to hold the title," he said in his brain as he descended the hill.

One of the soldiers outside let out a cry that was cut short by a wet, tearing noise. "They are here," Zayn whispered, his face turning pale. "The first wave. But these aren't vampires." I walked to the window, my hands beginning to glow with that bright red light. Through the mist, I saw shapes moving. They were tall, thin, and had too many limbs. They looked like skeletons wrapped in rotting skin. "Shadow Stalkers," Zayn growled, stepping beside me and shifting his arm into a massive, scaled limb. "These must be demons that serve Dracula to stay in this world. i have read about them in the myths."

The hound lunged, its massive jaws opening to unmake him. Dax didn't shoot. He slammed on his brakes. The sudden deceleration caught the Stalker off guard. It slammed into the back of the Interceptor. Dax used the momentum, kicking off his pegs and launching his heavy, armored body backward. He collided with the Stalker in mid-air, wrapping his arms around its jagged neck and driving his phased combat knife directly into the center of its geometric mass. The entity shrieked and shattered into pixels. Dax hit the ash, rolling violently at eighty miles an hour.

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

"Put him in a death stasis using Cassian's magic. She was going to let the spell lock permanently. Keep him trapped forever while she opened the Lycan Vault." "The vault is a myth." "No, it's not." A new voice from the doorway. Everyone turned. A scarred warrior stood there, his face covered in old claw marks. Behind him, fifteen more wolves. "Who are you?" Jetstar demanded. "Dax. From the Outcast Lands." The warrior stepped inside. "And these are wolves you exiled over the past three years. Every single one of us was banished because we refused Arlene's orders. Orders she gave through Damoew while he was under compulsion."

I figured I would just sleep on the chair until I knew the rules of this twisted game. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, my hair pinned up in a messy bun. SLAM. The front door hit the wall with a violence that made me drop my glass. He was back. And even from the kitchen, I could feel the darkness radiating off him. Kiran walked in. He looked different—unstable. His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a dark intensity that made my skin crawl. He walked straight toward me and, without a word, reached out and pulled the clip from my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.

In the center grew a single cluster of Moonbloom flowers, glowing soft silver. But they weren’t alone. Mutated infected — these ones adapted to darkness with pale skin, oversized eyes, and echolocation screeches — prowled the cavern. Among them were familiar faces: former night-class students and groundskeepers who had been turned early. Kael shifted into his massive wolf form, silver-black fur blending with the shadows. “Stay close.” The hunt turned deadly within minutes. A pack of night-stalkers attacked from above, dropping from the cavern ceiling. Kael roared and leaped, tearing one apart mid-air. Damien became pure shadow, striking from blind spots with lethal efficiency. Serena, still

What is better than sleep to remove all the bad thoughts? I blow out all the candles except one and then lay on my bed to sleep. Complete darkness scares me. I hate being in the dark, that's why I always leave one candle. I hope deep sleep soon engulfs me so that I am away from this world at least for some time. I can be free from this life. I wish to dream about the happy life I once had. ERIC’S POV