Darkstar Marvel Novels & Stories

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

I whisper. “Aerian, my dark princess, I do not think it is ugly at all. Every inch of you is perfect. This scar stands for everything you have gone through. I have many scars and while some are worse than others, I do not hate them. I received them protecting my pack and I wear them like a badge of honor.” he told me.

Mavin asked angrily while glaring at Arthur with gritty teeth. He hated this Arthur guy, first, he stole his high school and college crush, and now what was he doing at this party? "Get the fuck out of here before I call security on you, people like you shouldn't be allowed here!" Mavin continued in a harsh tone as he violently poked Arthur in the chest, his voice was high this time, getting everyone's attention. What Mavin didn't know was that the man he is insulting is the Master Stark everyone has been waiting for, and everyone knew that except him.

His ribs were clearly broken, his breathing labored. "How touching." Marcus stalked forward, dark energy crackling around his fists. "The mighty rogue Alpha, reduced to a bleeding wreck. Tell me, Drake Ironfang, was it worth it? Dying for wolves you barely know?" "Worth it... to see your plans fail." Drake spat blood. "Worth it... to watch her become... what you fear most." "Her?" Marcus's gaze shifted to me, and something like genuine fear flickered across his face. "The false Luna is nothing. A weak orphan playing with powers she does not understand."

But it seems she’s here alone. She shifts from foot to foot, looking slightly self-conscious as she places an order with the bartender. I can’t take my eyes off her. Color me intrigued. A moment later, the bartender hands her a crystal flute of something. She takes a sip, her tense shoulders dropping a fraction as she turns around to face the crowd, leaning her back against the bar. A figure steps into her space. My attention sharpens and my jaw tightens when I recognize who it is. Carter Sterling. Heir to Sterling Properties and textbook predator. Periodic sexual assault suits magically erased with daddy’s money.

Then the ground trembled. Astraea lifted her head. Darling’s smile vanished. I felt the change before I saw it. Something ancient moved beneath the mountains. Not wolf. Not Fae. Not Winter. Something older. Astraea’s eyes turned silver. “Mama.” Darling looked toward the northern horizon. The sky was splitting. A thin black line appeared between the stars. It widened slowly, silently, like someone cutting reality open with an invisible blade. Black light poured through it. The Black Star.

It couldn’t be. The temperature changed. Almost as if the air conditioner itself knew the devil had returned and needed to make the room warmer. Her body went into alarm. The hairs on her skin rose. Her hands froze around the speaker. She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to confirm it. But she had to. Slowly, Eliana looked toward the doorway. There he was. Standing in his perfect darkness. Like the dead had returned to life. Black upon black. Everything about him wrapped in shadows, like darkness itself had chosen a body. Cesare stood in the doorway.

He glanced at me and I slightly smiled, hoping it could calm him. He sighed. "What is it you wanna talk about?" he asked Nazarus. "Fenris, I know that you are clearly aware of how powerful Darkesta could be. It is not only the werewolf that is at stake now. Darkesta is planning to take over the whole world and we know that even the strongest vampire cannot outsmart his dark powers, only the creature with light powers could." Nazarus could be so jolly and playful but he could also be so serious. His eyes were so focused on discussing things with Fenris and he was so mature-looking.