Darkstar Marvel Novels & Stories

Dark Brood was a pack that lived by their own rules with a reputation for ruthless business dealings and connections to the underworld. "Who is this?" I answered firmly. “Is that how you answer the phone? I didn’t realize that the Alpha heir of Black Fang was rude,” Damian’s smooth voice greeted me. “You are lucky that I even pick up for numbers that I don’t know. So, I’ll ask you again, who is this?” I retorted. “It’s Damian Dark,” “How can I help you?” “It should be how can I help you. I've heard you're having some trouble finding someone,” Damian responded.

We stood in the corridor that granted access to the guards to await their arrival. A lot of them came, already having their weapons ready. Immediately as they spotted us standing there, they opened their rifle fires. My force field was already in place and protecting us from their bullets. I used my molecular kinesis and all their weapons moved from their possession. They floated up in the air and I melted them with my super heat vision. When they seemed pretty much burned up Ashton threw ice at them and then I mentally threw them to the wall. They crashed and turned to pieces. The guards stood there dumbfounded. I gathered my force field and threw it in their direction. They all flew in dif

I shouted over the music. The song changed to ‘She’s like a star’, by ‘Taio Cruz’ which is Liam’s favourite song. I felt someone grab my hand and looked back to see Liam giving me a smile, one of the real ones, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Dance with me, Angel,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

Putting the blonde on the bed, Zane Stark lost his temper and shook her, calling her name repeatedly: "This! Marris, wake up quickly! Maris!” “Zane Stark? Is it you?" Marris said dreamily. She easily recognized Zane Stark thanks to the all-white outfit and the hat he wore, which are the characteristics of the super thief 1412, although the media has long assumed that he has retired.

I instantly let the man go as he gasped for air. “Sorry.” I quickly apologize. He coughs. “It’s alright, I should have expected that. Wow you’ve got a grip.” He says, massaging his throat. I could see that it would bruise later. He holds out a hand. “My name is Casey Flynn.” He introduces himself. I shake his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Damian Morningstar.” I introduced myself. “Sorry for trying to kill you.” “Believe me, I don’t think you can since I’m a Cosmic Warlock.” He smiles. “Oh and this is my wife, Bella Flynn. She’s a psychic siren.” I shake hands with Bella as well.

Having an Oneiric Queen was terrifying, but it certainly streamlined the bureaucracy. "Next item," Ethan announced. "The new delegation from the Eastern Bloc. They arrived an hour ago." The doors to the Great Hall swung open. A herald stepped forward. "Presenting Lord Dorian Black. Ambassador of the Star-Born Enclave." The room went quiet. The Star-Born were myths to most—mages who drew power not from the earth, but from the void between stars. Neutral. Reclusive. Dangerous. A man walked in. He was tall, lean, and dressed in a suit of charcoal grey that shimmered slightly under the chandeliers. He had pale skin, hair the color of ink, and eyes that were entirely black—no iris, no sclera. Jus

That was when my grandma took me to therapy but I was quiet every session so I dropped it. “You can stay as long as you want. I'm sorry.” He pulls me for a hug and I hug him back. I guess a part of me is grateful to have him as a friend. We let go off each other and he wipes a tear i didn't even realise was there. I let go off him and stare at the TV. “I hate Homelander.” I say out of sudden. Homelander is the biggest villain in The Boys. “What? Who's your favourite then?” He's not going to believe me.

“I don’t want to see you near him again. Capsiche?” “Who is he?” I ask. “He’s in the F.B.I.,” Roberto hisses. “A dirty fed.” I frown. “He works for the F.B.I. and the underworld?” Roberto nods. “Being a FED is just his cover. He doesn’t work for anyone in the underworld. He’s his own man.” I scoff. “That’s not a thing.” "Landon Volkov made it one.” His grip loosens slightly. “And you stay away from him. I don’t need you whoring around while we’re engaged.”

"And... Action!" "Mmmm, hey Daddy. God, I can't believe you and your girlfriend did this to me last night. Look at how much you marked me! It made me shiver every fucking time. I'm so fucking lucky that your Darling is willing to let me be your little plaything." Sabrina shifted on the bed, brushing her fingers over the hickey bruises on her torso and slowly shifting her hips sexually. "But did you know, Daddy, that Darling gave me permission to be a bad girl today? A filthy girl, just for you?" She pulled off her bra slowly, revealing three more hickey marks on her breasts. "Well, even more dirty than last night?"

And she knew she had to confront it, to face her fears, to embrace her powers, to fulfill her destiny. As their truths unfolded, a shadowy figure watched from the darkness, his eyes glowing with a malevolent light. Drax, the evil rogue king, his face scarred and twisted, his heart filled with a dark, consuming hatred. He had been watching them, waiting for the moment when their bond would be tested, when their truths would be revealed, when they would be vulnerable. And now, he saw his chance. He saw the fear in their eyes, the doubt, the uncertainty. And he knew he had to strike, to shatter their bond, to destroy their quest for the Oracle.