Deathstalker Book Novels & Stories

In anger and rage, his eyes turned completely red and he disappeared from everyone's sight with the speed of light. "Have you found that thing for which you came here?" Moroi Ace Denzell stood behind Ms. Anastasia and said in a low voice, "It's very rude. Don't steal like this when the family is not in the house. Very bad manners." Hearing his voice, Ms. Anastasia got scared, and the book fell from her hands. "Hey, you are faster than I thought," he picked up the book that fell on the ground and read the name of the book in a loud voice. "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves by Witch Rosaline."

Under the shadows (Warning-This chapter has mature content) Alister’s POV I let out the smoke and leaned back on my throne, it has been a while since I killed someone, two days presumably. I sigh and see a man being dragged my way, he fell down right on my shoes and I lifted his face using my shoe. “Pakhan(leader), we have found the man” said a man and I nodded at him slightly. The man lowered his gaze with terror and I gave him a bored expression, “Name?” .

The sight of her, the genius of this abomination, sitting at the center of his kingdom, put a fresh burst of fury into him. He entered without being noticed, shutting the door quietly. The snap was as final as a gunshot. "Evelyn." She looked up, a professional smile stitched onto her lips. It never reached her eyes. "Anton. I was reviewing Q3 projections. The market reaction has been. significant, but not lethal. The Stalker scenario, while damaging, has given us a clear-cut villain. We can bounce back.". The Stalker story," Anton echoed, his tone ominously low. He strode to the window, gazing down at the city he used to think he controlled. "A tidy story. Nicely wrapped. The fallen soldier,

Stomping on Cassian, Cain snarled, "To think a useless piece of trash like you had the nerve to get all cocky in front of me. You must have a death wish. "You should be honored to die at my hands. Not everyone in this world is as lucky as you are to be worthy of me getting my own hands dirty. It's such a shame that you've thoroughly angered me today. I won't just be killing you either. Those who helped you today will be facing my wrath, too."

she adds. A flicker of satisfaction moves through me - but not relief. Derrach's death was long overdue. Yet some part of me had wanted to be the one to end him. Raven sees it in me. "He has the most tragic, terrifying and most painful death." she says gently. I nod once. "What's the plan now?" I ask. Cyre steps forward and places a book on my desk. It's cover is cracked leather, bound with symbols I don't recognize .

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

She was gone, again the darkness had taken from him. There was no hint of remorse or sorrow across his face, only laser like focus of one hungry for vengeance. Grey fell to the bed plotting. Plotting war of different shades, preparing. Erebus was a revenge tossed aside for the moment, his main focus Thanatos. As the wheels turned in his head so did his eyes. They landed on a book sitting above others on the coffee table beside him.. THE KEY OF SOLOMON. Winked at him.. He read that book over and over again hoping to get prospects of what Fates plans were but he stumbled upon something greater.. a way to capture death in a death trap..

I glanced at Oliver, unable to read his expression but gave Jack a narrowed looked of displeasure. “My name is Teal Mac-Tire, Alpha of the Sea Dogs pack and knight of the Red Branch, my wolf is Cuchulinn, who lives to serve his king Conri and he will be reborn. Tala Mac-Tire you are my daughter and I love you.” I looked into Teal's eyes; he had already accepted his death. I had not. “GODDESS NOOO!” I wailed, screaming and sobbing, trying to get away when without warning Vargr plunged a knife into the back of Teal's head and his clawed hand, simultaneously punched a hole into the front of his chest ripping his heart out.