Darkstar Marvel Novels & Stories

A chill raced down his spine. The soft sunlight slipped through a half-closed window, catching the cold gleam of the man they called Italy’s nightmare—Alastor Merikh Drystan. The Sovereign. The number one killer. Only thirty, yet feared like a god. At twelve, he was already drawn to business—and blood. Passion lived in both. Drenched in shadows, Drystan reclined on a chair, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled upward, but his eyes stayed fixed elsewhere—burning with calm, deadly intent.

“I killed the werewolf. I didn’t hesitate. I tore his head from his shoulders. The fury inside me burned hotter than silver, brighter than star dust. His blood stained my claws, and I welcomed it. I painted the floor in red and carved vengeance with every strike. Few of his kin escaped, but I made sure most didn’t leave the castle alive.” Draven’s voice deepened, laced with rage and sorrow. “Before they fled, I faced Alpha Rowan—the one who orchestrated it all. We fought on the corpses of our people, a battlefield of carnage and betrayal. I severed his arm, but he was a tenacious bastard. He wouldn’t fall easily. With his remaining strength, he shot me with a silver bullet. It tore through m

I received the bonding notification matching me with Kieran Darkmoor, the Alpha of the Wolf Pack, while standing outside my bedroom door. Through the slightly ajar door, I caught the heavy scent of heather drifting out. I could hear a beastwoman's sultry moans mingled with a beastman's husky growls, coming at my ears in rhythmic waves. A lace nightgown lay discarded by the doorway, draped carelessly over my red high heels. Those were the same heels that Nathaniel Fairfax once spent an entire month crafting by hand from the finest materials, just for me.

And it's all because we're too stupid to see that love is the answer, not the problem. I'm standing there when I see something move on the other side of the river. A figure in the shadows. My hand goes to my weapon. The figure steps into the moonlight. And I see his face. Pale skin, dark hair. Red eyes that glow in the darkness. It's him. It's Stark. He's escaped. And he's here.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

The night sky lit up in a myriad of colors, children in their homes were looking at the pretty lights from their windows with amused faces. Not much had changed in Stardust City, nobody even considered for a second that Stardust City would ever be destroyed by an enemy. The streets were full and the nightlife bustling as young people frequented bars, restaurants, and other entertainment venues. In contrast, outside the Six Star Mountain was pure chaos as blood and fire rained down from the sky. It was absolute pandemonium as mages and energy beast fell like autumn leaves, "Burn... Burn, Liu, Burn is down, cover me, I'm going after him."

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

Marvel returned with Sharon to their abode and on getting to the palace they noticed everywhere had been cleared and the soldier's body had all been burnt. "Listen up soldiers of the Blackwood pack. Today marks the day I became an orphan. I know I don't have what it takes to lord over you all. But I have to brace up and become the next Alpha king, and my Princess here seizes to be no more a princess as from today. She is now the Luna of the Blackwood. And you must not defile her words. Her authority is just like mine." Alpha Marvel spoke with a howl into the air as his Luna Sharon joined too.