Demogorgon Dart Novels & Stories

Everything that had defined the Old World was being stripped down cataloged and turned into materials. Damon's eyes snapped open. They were ink-black voids, like the eyes of Malakor. He didn't roar. He didn't even shift. He simply reached out with his blackened hands and gripped the silver-tipped cables wrapping his chest. The metal screeched. The high-voltage current shot up his arms turning his veins into lines of crackling, purple fire. He didn't let go. "Fire " the squad leader shouted. Three darts slammed into Damon's shoulder carrying a payload of silver. He didn't flinch. The black ink in his veins seemed to neutralize the silver turning it into a sludge that oozed from his wounds.

He doubled over; I brought both fists down on the back of his skull, the crack echoing like a breaking branch. Pain spiked in my legs… knees buckling as joints swelled, skin tightening unnaturally, the deformation creeping faster under the strain. I gritted my teeth, a guttural howl ripping from my throat as I fought through the torment. Four more closed in, disruptor darts firing in a deadly volley that lit the air with blue arcs. I rolled low, serum-heightened reflexes turning the world into slow motion… the darts missing by inches, embedding in the wall with sizzling cracks. I surged up into the nearest rogue, claws longer now, sharper, black-tipped raking across his throat. Blood sprayed

She hurled a bolt of lightning at the Gorgon sisters so that the snakes around Spartan would let go of him and Jenna and Crimson could recover from the venomous bites that they were getting from Euryale. Morrígan and Kratos seemed to be the most powerful of the entire Legion as they ganged up and charged at them. Kratos struck the ground hard with his fists, sending tremors rocking back and forth and everyone lost balance, falling to the jagged ground. Morrígan muttered something inaudible and the ground began to tremble.

A growl escaped my lips and I leaot to my feet and attacked one of them, I slashed at his face wi to my claws and a screen filled the air, I wasted no time, I attacked again, meeting the next one in the midriff and then another on the back They were still so many, about 15 of them excluding the big bastard in front. I was in a frenzy, tearing skin and spilling blood all the while screaming for Xander in my head. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain at the side of my neck, my hand went to the spot immediately and my fingers came in contact with a huge dart. I turned to look the big bastard and he had a sick smile on his face, he was holding a dart gun in his hand. Dizziness immediately overto

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

"He'll run, or he'll move on the only asset he has left." Kade looked at her. "Us," she said. "He'll want to see it himself," Kade said. "Twenty years. He'll want—" The shot came from the collapsed eastern roof. Not a conventional weapon — a dart, the same suppression compound from the northern forest, designed to drop a wolf's shift response and slow reaction time. It hit the wolf to her left — Dorin, who went down hard and fast in the way of someone hit with a full dose at close range.

When the voice was made from his dainty throat, the fist-sized pretty and lovely head instantly became an inflated balloon, with around 20 meters in diameter. The little sparkling milk teeth turned into dagger-like sharp sawteeth. A sound wave like a dragon's howl burst out of his bloody mouth and caused six or seven sudden tornadoes in the air. "Jingle!" The coin-sized dart hit Evil Moon's front teeth, suddenly breaking and falling on the ground. The dart was like fragile porcelain; it turned into a pile of debris. The man in black who threw the dart rubbed his eyes and felt a little bit weird. "I seem to... have caused trouble?"

It was as though they were gradually realizing just how dead they were. Freya’s team marveled at the sight for a brief moment - they were overawed by the sheer prowess of their squad leader, at her unbridled skill at dealing death. But they shook it off quickly, aimed their flechette rifles at the rest of the terrorists all around, and squeezed the triggers. The tremendous sound of hundreds of needle darts tore through the air at supersonic speeds. The tungsten carbide darts easily punched through the terrorists’ armor with ridiculous ease, and ripped into the much softer flesh below.

Reaper yelled, fumbling for the darts. Too late. Rabbit launched himself at Reaper, teeth sinking into the meat of his forearm. Reaper bellowed, tried to shake him off, but two more were already up, moving wrong, too fast, too strong. Ghost fired a dart into one’s neck; the man didn’t even flinch, just turned and charged. I saw the shiv in his hand, a jagged piece of bedframe, and I reacted on instinct. My rifle coughed twice, it's was a center mass.

But they have been known to use blunt arrows from time to time. However, when I turn to look, I see that it's a dart that hit me. It is totally different from the ones that are sometimes used to hunt small animals with blowguns. This dart is made of shiny metal, like artifacts left behind by ancestors. Where its tip penetrates my flesh, I feel searing pain. Then numbness. My arm goes limp. My muscles get weak and loose. I fall to the floor with a grunt. The beta version lets out a demented laugh.