Kirby Dark Star Novels & Stories

“Mr. Moonshade…” Elise shook her head. “You don’t know this, but although Dark Star is called an organization, they’re actually from a planet called ‘Darkstar’ beyond this world. Strictly speaking, their power is vast and belongs to a force outside the Immortal, Demonic, and Fiend Realms. If you kill them, their ancestral planet will never rest until you’re dead.” Celestial Blade Sect had a long-standing enmity with Dark Star, so as a member of the sect, Elise knew more secrets than Andrius.

A Wyre’s bite is lethal. You either die or turn into a monster. Your spirit animal is ripped apart, shredded, and molded into something…wilder. More dangerous. But a Wyre’s claws are just as painful. I know I’m in a bed, warm covers wrapped around my shivering body, but I’m not fully aware of what’s going on. There are voices that come and go, though the words are too muffled for me to make any sense of them. Rough hands wipe a cold cloth across my forehead, the chill jarring and uncomfortable. Heat blazes through me, sending me deeper into the shadows.

Darkstar and I continue run through alleyways with Renegade not far behind "we need to be careful Darkstar we can get ourselves lost in the alleyways" I said, "okay Inkcanius" said Darkstar holding my hand tightly. We began go through alleyway after alleyway before we arrive at a main street and saw Badniks and lots of it "can you handle them Inkcanius?" Darkstar asked I nod "yes you worry seeing me push to my limits" I said, "I know Inkcanius but you're a god but I don't want to use your godly powers for this, you don't want to accidently destroy your sanctuary" said Darkstar. I nodded, so I grab my X-Blade while Darkstar grabs out his Heavy Splatling "I'll provide cover fire Inkcanius" sai

Shivers run down my spine as I think about those long-ago memories. Over the years as the Dark Alpha’s pet, I became a scientifically and magically altered therianthrope. A multi-shifter. Wolf, bear, owl, mouse and fox. The blood from the original animal shifters and their animal counterparts’ souls are laced into my DNA alongside my Wolf, Ember, infusing them together. The Dark Alpha created the perfect controllable weapon to conquer other races and anoint himself as Alpha King. However, his untimely death by the hand of Alpha Radar brought an end to his reign.

"No mercy!" We continued to fight, to push on. All for my Luna. I forced my way upright, chest burning, lungs full of smoke. Around me the survivors stumbled, coughing, weapons slick with mud. Thunder rolled again, louder this time. I raised my blade to the storm, the sigil on my chest blazing gold through torn armor. My roar ripped free, half man, half beast, echoing through the valley. Far beyond the ward, hidden behind his fortress of shadow, Killian smiled.

It’s him. The stranger from the house. The one who stood in the rain talking to my father, his dark hair is slightly messy, tattoos glinting under the gray sky. The one I swore I wouldn’t think about again. “You,” I whisper, barely breathing the word. He meets my eyes, those same cold grey ones, softer now. “Me,” he says, a faint smirk touching his lips. For a second I just stare, caught between disbelief and something that feels dangerously close to curiosity. The music from inside is distant now, muffled beneath the sound of my heartbeat.

It almost looked like six houses put together as one, it was mostly white with light blue accents with three stories towering over me. “I’m afraid of getting lost,” I whispered to Derek. He laughed, “I’ll wear a bell then so you can find me.” I snickered at that. Three children bolted out of the door screaming, “Uncle Derek!!!” Their eyes lit up and Derek ran right to one girl, who looked about eight or so. “There’s my Ruby! I missed you sweetie!” “Uncle Derek I got a giant unicorn for the pool, come see come see!!”

Thick black smoke soared into the sky, producing a giant, terrifying plume. The pungent odor seemed to poison my nose and throat to the point of suffocation. The sounds of screams, cries, and laughter mixed together like water and wind in the ocean. Me too, was in that atmosphere. Lying helplessly on the grass with a body full of wounds. My body was so covered in blood that I was unable to do anything. With blurred vision, I saw a boy about seven years old with red hair and pale skin and long fangs, standing in front of me and pointing his index finger at me. A purplish light emerged from his index finger and swirled around in a small vortex.

The animalistic growl greeted her ears again. Allison stiffened in fear before feeling the intimidating vibes from him as He was breathing on her neck. “I Am not Lyceon, Mate.” Dark gritted. Allison blinked up listening to that husky thick voice again. She understood that Dark had overpowered Lyceon and He was intending to mark her right now. “I will fucking annihilate that bloodsucker who touched you!” He roared before licking Allison’s bruise, healing her and making her tremble. Before He could do anything further, a voice greeted them.

In contrast, Dalton’s battered wolf appeared weaker and unpolished by comparison, and pride swelled in my chest. “Ha! Take That!” Starr cheered in my head. Still pinned to the floor, Sultan stood over the wolf, fur standing on end, snarling. Dalton attempted to lurch upward and sink his teeth into Lykoan's silver neck, but the action left him briefly exposed. Lykoan instantly seized advantage of the blunder. He plunged his beast's fangs into the black scruff of Dalton's wolf's neck.