Marionette Darkstalkers Novels & Stories

I choked out as I dragged myself to my feet using a bar stool. Mila turned towards me. "Come with me." "Why would I do that?" The dark cloud flooded the room. The glow of the lights gleamed hazy paths through them, making it just light enough to see. I pushed as much energy as I could to my fingers. I tried to pull energy from the cloud, but it felt just as empty as Mr. Kline's dead body. I guessed I would have to rely on the swords. I commanded the light and dark swords to my hands. They flared to their full size cutting through the darkness. I gave into them. I willed them to fight for me, and they became extensions of my arms and my soul.

"There are no accidental Meetings in between the SOULS" DUA-ARIN .. .. One week later of DUA's death:- In one of the basements of Kashyap, The Beast was planning something scarier in his mind. Arin turned to a man named Hubir of the security team given by his younger brother Ariv and then he spoke softly, "Give me the mixture of Honey, Milk, and flour" Hubir was scared by Arin's black empty eyes.

You are you, you are Valentina Rodrigue, the future Luna Supreme. Memories of good times flashed across my mind. I forced air into my lungs, claws retracting slightly. The shadows ebbed, though they still writhed at my feet like living things. My body shook violently, torn between both wolves. “You see? She is darkness. She is death for us!” Marcellus spat, voice breaking, Andres turned his sword on him. “No. You are.” He lunged, but Marcellus slipped into the chaos, vanishing behind a wave of rogues that surged forward…

he said, voice low and strained. He had barely finished that sentence before he suddenly turned toward Serena. All the warmth and tenderness in his gaze had vanished, replaced by an icy fury. Without hesitation, he raised his foot and kicked Serena into the house roughly. Serena stumbled and fell hard to the floor. The smugness on her face morphed into shock instantly, followed by rage and disbelief. She couldn't fathom why Lucas would treat her this way. She had come to Mordeva feeling confident and smug, clearly ready to flaunt some imagined victory. She had been so sure that Lucas was on her side.

The entire tavern dissolved into a swirl of fists, full of claws, and flying debris. Mara dodged under a wild swing and kicked another attacker squarely in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall. She caught a brief glimpse of Damon tearing through the men with brutal annoyance, with each move finding their target every time. He didn’t fight like someone trying to win. He fought like someone trying to end it as fast as possible. And yet…Her eyes darted as another man came at her with a dagger, and she caught his wrist in the air. Their eyes locked for a second before she slammed her forehead into his nose, breaking it with a satisfying crunch.

Not one to be outdone, I also showed him how far I was willing to go for him. Dorian’s gaze flicked to our clasped hands. “You think your little spark changes the end of the story?” He grinned, then turned to the shadows behind him. “Let’s show them how this tale really ends.” Shapes stepped forward. Mara. Her face cold, lined with silver scars that hadn’t been there the last time we saw her. Her hand gripped a whip of shadow. Rhea. Pale, hollow-eyed, but her posture was stiff with barely-contained power. Magic shimmered at her fingertips like smoke.

The lead assassin pulled down his hood, revealing a face covered in black tattoos. His eyes were pure blood-red. “Moon Queen?” He bared his sharp white teeth in a cruel grin. “Lord Rhoderick sends his regards.” “These chains were soaked in dark essence for forty-nine days.” He shook the chain in his hand. “A single scratch from them will seal your moonlight essence completely. You will be reduced to a useless invalid, weaker than an ordinary mortal.” Martha burst out of the carriage, her scepter blazing with brilliant silver light. “Eira! Fall back!”

Oran’s cock was nothing compared to this monstrous thing. There is no way that is going to fit in my mouth. I stared at it, lips parted, breathing fast. A mix of fear and filthy excitement twisted in my belly. “What’s wrong, Mother?” Soren asked, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He stared down at me like a Greek god looking at a lowly mortal, silver eyes narrowed with pleasure and hips curled in a smirk. I licked my lips, trying to find words, but he grabbed the thick base of his cock and stepped closer until the heavy, throbbing head was just inches from my face.

Of course Grayson attacked first. Peter is on the ground already with blood. "The odds are in their favour," Marion says with anger, and immediately, Malisha notices he is wizard. She grins wickedly, and cages Marion. Marion's eyes are in disbelief at how quickly she guessed what he was. Irene's fangs come out, and Alima and Leo immediately go to handle her. Of course they had to be a werewolf, vampire and wizard. The savages really were of mixed breeds.

Different. Dark wood. Ornate handle. Locked. The only locked door in the entire house. Kyrian tried the handle. Nothing. He knocked. No answer. A maid passed by. Marina. "What's this room?" Kyrian asked. Marina's face changed. Uncomfortable. "That's Mrs. Lara's room. Mr. Moretti's mother." "Why is it locked?" "Mr. Moretti keeps it that way. No one goes in. He has the only key." "Where does he keep it?"