Lord Darkar Winx Club Novels & Stories

The owner of the club was the shifter who gave access to everyone to have fun as it is adjoined by all territories from all the packs of Supernaturals. Lyceon seldom attracts attention because of his original royal bloodline. He prefers to be elusive and confidential about this among the crowd unless and until the problem walked to him itself and now the problem had left the footprints behind which He followed to erase it permanently. “Hey handsome. Wanna join me in room number nine?” A tall woman approached him, blocking his way. Her sultry voice and shortage of clothing on her thin body almost ruined his good mood. The red lipper she applied on her augmented lips was a big turn off because

The whispers claimed she was as old as the castle itself, a relic of the Lunaris Pack's darkest days. The Dark Seer was said to commune with the spirits of the ancient ones, those who had delved into the deepest, most forbidden aspects of magic. She spoke in riddles and prophecies, her words twisted and incomprehensible to those who were not attuned to the darkness. And the Overlord, Jackson Forger, hung on her every word as if they were divine truths.

All the air around me has been so stagnant that this feels like heaven in comparison. “Come on.” Marissa says taking my hand. “We have to walk miles from here still.” “Is that right?” Someone snarls. I turn just as Marissa does. There’s a dozen Wolves here. All behind us. All more than aware of who we are. “Stand down.” Marissa says, drawing herself up to full height. Most of them growl at that, but she doesn’t back down. “I am your Luna. You will obey me.” She states.

FLASHBACK He was in Fourth year high school. Belle was her classmate since their 1st year in high school that’s why they were very close. They were seven in the group, three boys and four girls. They usually eat together during lunch break, together in group activities, and stay together in the library during breaks. He was in their third year when Gil realized that she liked Belle. In their group, no one has put any malice on any of their closeness. He usually sits beside Belle and brings her home because their homes are closer to each other but the farthest than the rest of their friends. In their last year right after their Christmas break, he decided to court her. They are both of the sa

she asked. “It’s the Dagger of Immobility,” I told her. “We need Isak’s hand,” she swore under her breath. “I just like how you say we need his hand, not him,” I chuckled. “What do we need the rest of his body for? We just need to chop off his arm,” she giggled. “I like the way you think!” I laughed before Isak, Morgana, and Donovan joined the battle. “Draco, it looks like you’re finally getting what you deserve,” Isak smirked before shifting into his daemon Rex.

Eldric cleared his throat an continued, “We are the Lunari, we are simply descendants of the original White Wolves and we bear a very ancient power which comes with duty.” My heart was beating fast as Eldric stopped, each word he spoke was weaving memories of a past that I had known entirely about. “Exalia,” he called, staring at me with intensity. I didn’t respond, but he continued his speech. “Exalia is one of us and her powers are awakening, it’s time for her to return to us now so she can fulfill her destiny.” Alex stiffened beside me, i could feel deep within him that he didn’t concur with what Eldric was saying. He flared up and shouted at him, “She’s part of my pack now,” he said very

Savoring the combination of flavors! “Woo-hoo, that's how you pregame before the club; hurry up; the cab will be here any moment. Don't forget your scent blocker.” Jordyn said, dancing her way out of my room. I put on my gold bracelet to mask my scent, and luckily for me, it matches the rest of my accessories. We climb into the cab, and she hands me a styrofoam cup filled with daiquiri mix. By the time we arrived outside the Dark World nightclub, the liquor was kicking in. We sipped on our drinks while waiting in line. The vast majority of the people in line were werewolves; you had a few witches and humans.

An airy laugh echoed out her lips in a two-toned voice. "This is bad. Hope Garrix senses this right now." Joshua gritted his teeth, seeing that he was majorly screwed right now. All the kids were single-handedly beaten by her. There was no telling how strong she could be. This was what Garrix was talking about, the unparalleled power of the Crimson Bride. His brown eyes shrunk just how close she quickly she was running towards him. "DIE!" _______________________________________________ Back at the school cafeteria, the Werewolf Halfling in secret hung out with Dorian, Maddie and Zack whilst they were in the midst of their conversation.

Dakota's heart raced as he relied on his acute senses to navigate through the void, his movements cautious yet purposeful. Suddenly, a barrage of shadowy tendrils lashed out from the darkness, seeking to entangle Dakota and restrict his movements. With swift reflexes, he leaped and rolled, narrowly evading the serpentine shadows. His eyes burned with determination as he searched for Xander's presence, ready to strike back. Using his Lycan abilities, Dakota summoned a radiant aura, bathing the area in a soft glow that pushed back the encroaching darkness. The light revealed Xander, his form partially hidden within a swirling vortex of shadows. He grinned, relishing the challenge that lay befo

Beside her stood someone I'd never thought to see again. "Mother?" Derek breathed. Victoria Cross, the Nightshade Pack's Luna, stepped forward. Her silver hair gleamed in the firelight, her presence commanding instant attention. "Hello, son," she said coolly, then looked at me. "So you're the Phoenix Wolf who's ensnared my heir." "This isn't the time for family drama," Marcus snapped. "We're under attack!" "Actually," Victoria smiled, and it was predatory, "we're here to help. Selena came to us with interesting information about the Shadow King's weaknesses."