Darkstar Marvel Novels & Stories

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

Skylar nodded and said, “After tonight, we, Star Entertainment, are in for a rough ride. We are now enemies with Tyr Summers and Brilliant Media. Whatever it takes, we are going to bring them down!” Maeve scowled. “I promised myself that Tyr Summers will pay the price for hitting me. As for Snow Fenner, she will soon be wishing she was dead instead. “Yulian is in America these few days, he should be back next week. He will avenge us when he returns!”

Trying to keep my heart and breath steady. "Look at me!" He says and I have to look up at him, don't want to draw any problem my way. Just do what he tells me. When my eyes travel up his body I see he is big and bulky with a scar on his cheek and down his neck. Slowly rise my eyes up I come to stare right into a pair of gray angry eyes. A shiver runs down my spine and I know the man in front of me is no one you mess with. I don't have to guess, I already know he is one of the Mafia bosses men.

The cloak's darkness seemed to drink in the luminescence, creating an eerie contrast that heightened the sense of unease. As Alpha Ares' piercing gaze fell upon the stone table, his attention was drawn to the figure lying upon it—Maverick, trapped in the prison of his own mind. Ares' eyes, cold and calculating, were tinged with a glimmer of pity as he observed the tormented soul before him. It was a rare display of compassion, a glimpse into the complex depths of his character.

I opened it as my eyes dilated through the write-up. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING. ATTACK DARKMOON PACK AND LIV DIES YOUR LOVELY BROTHER MAX

“First, his name is Mason. He is part of a special unit. Anyway, he said a friend of mine was killed the other night through unusual means. He hinted it was a vampire that caused the death. Furthermore, he tracked the killer to the flat two nights ago. He set up camp so to speak and recognized me when I left this morning. A serious warning was issued to me to get out while I can, and he hinted he knew about you.” “Two nights ago?” Gabriel left the rest untouched. He was more interested in the timeline. “Yes, two nights ago.” “How interesting,” Gabe sucked air through his teeth. “Who came over?” “Darius came to see me.” Darius had made an impromptu visit to speak of nothing. “Darius,

But now I'll stand beside a queen. The engine hummed softly, the night cool and quiet. But inside the car, Mara's mind was burning with new plans, new dreams... and a new loyalty. To the real Luna-Emily.

Eira’s gaze turned cold as she studied the device. It was specialized Dark Blood military hardware built to dampen all moonlight energy. Trapped within its dark aura, even a high-tier powerhouse like High Priest Martha could muster barely half her usual strength. Up on the steps, a scar-faced Dark Blood patrol captain pressed his boot down on an elderly priest’s skull. “Old fool, my patience wears thin.” The captain drew his curved saber and tapped the blade against the old man’s cheek. “Where is the fragment of the Star-Locking Seal hidden?”

“Now!” Taryn twists, blade flashing, grazing Veyra’s arm, blood spilling. “You’ll shatter,” she hisses, hymn grating, eyes cold. Veyra’s blade surges, pinning Taryn’s cloak to crystal, eyes wet, voice raw. “Name it!” Taryn’s lips curl, voice low. “The Starless.” Kalia’s orb strikes the core, light fracturing crystal, shadow-heart wailing, husks collapsing. Theryn’s light-blade pulses, Zynara’s vision amplifying, runes binding the core, claws dissolving. Kael’s Shadowkin surge, sealing rifts, void-blade steady, hymn strong. The core cracks, facets splintering, rifts closing, Veil’s threads weaving tight. A deeper hum rumbles, the Herald’s master—The Starless—emerging from a rift-maw, its shad