Ducktales Novels & Stories

“Please come to my cabin,” Dinesh mentioned as Anushka looked up from her phone. She was reading another one of the books online. She loved romance books and would prefer them any day over her textbooks. She walked to his cabin, straightening the white t-shirt and pants she was wearing today. It was the least bit professional, but she did wear a sweater over it, so it was fine. As usual, knocking on the door twice, she walked inside as he gestured to her to sit, “How many countries do we deal with?” He asked all of a sudden.

"Come here, you little troublemaker. Nah, I’m not mad at you." Bram and Dahlia both kissed Dakota on the cheeks as Todd walked in. "Hey, save some love for Uncle Todd, and Jason," Todd said, grinning. Dakota stretched her arms out, and Todd scooped her up. "You two definitely know how to make some good-looking kids," Todd said, eyeing Dakota. "But if she’s got even a lick of your wild streak, we’re all screwed." Dakota’s crescent moon birthmark peeked out on her tiny arm—her little mark of being a true Luna princess.

My packmates and the dragons met us head-on, and in an instant, the scene devolved into chaos. As soon as I was close enough, I threw a dart at one of the dragons writhing on the ground. I recognized the fanged tattoo on his arm—Kipling. Miraculously, the dart stuck in his chest, and Kipling gasped, a guttural and fiendish noise welling out of him. Before I could fling another dart, one of my packmates lunged at me, knocking me to the ground. My two darts flew out of my pocket and scattered as I grappled with my packmate in human form. She wasn’t anyone I spoke to regularly, a younger girl who had been dragged into the fray, probably coerced into serving David’s cruel goals by her parents wh

I gathered what was left of my clothes from the floor where we’d discarded it and put it on. “Leaving?” he questioned, voice laced with disappointment. “I need to go check on Layla. She should be awake anytime from now.” I said, then walked up to his side of his bed, “There’s something I want to talk to you about first.” “I’m all ears.” “What do you know about a man named Darth?” He sat up, “I’ve never been unfortunate enough to actually meet him. But I know he’s a powerful sorcerer who most likely has gone mad. Good thing he likes to stay hidden—far away from our kind.”

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

He quirked one teasing brow. Emily froze. She didn't want to offend them. Again. But she hadn't covered her surprise well enough, and it was too late to deny it. "Yes, actually," she admitted. "Like castles and moats-" "And a guy in a cape who 'vants to zuck yer blood'?" Paoli asked in his best Lon Chaney voice as he carried Amber past them and into the house. Her face flushed warm again. Maybe not the last part, but she certainly didn't expect them to be living in a completely normal split level just outside of a small town. She really had a lot to learn about the world she'd tumbled into.

Weston has his eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Well, my name is Katia and I am a widower...years ago, I ruled over Las Vegas and its streets. It was that time when Maddox Dasher slowly killed each of the pack then he killed my dearest brother. I tried to gain powers and make some dangerous species who now work under me." "What kind of dangerous species?" "The hybrids! The most powerful beings on earth...a mixture of a witch and wolf!" she looked up to the ceiling of the room and laughed hysterically.

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.