Marionette Darkstalkers Novels & Stories

“Logan! please! Let me handle this. Don’t hurt him anymore, please.” “Oh, we plan to.” Daniel cut in. “But first, I, Daniel Morris, beta of Dark Moon pack, reject you, Lillie Rome, as my mate. And frankly, I wish to never see your face again.” I did not see that coming. More tears rushed down her cheeks as she lowered her gaze. “I, Lillie Rome, accept your rejection.” Darwin took one step further. “I, Darwin Morris, gamma of Dark Moon pack, reject you, Lillie Rome, as my mate.”

“I know mom, we’ll be safe.” Actually tomorrow we’re going to the woods to fight a vicious werewolf descended from a centuries-old pack of killers called the Dark Ones. After tomorrow you might never see me again or if something happens to Hayden, I’ll never be happy again, but no biggy! She wished she could say these thoughts out loud, to express how stressed and worried she was. She wished she could hug her mom tightly and let her know how much she and her dad meant to her, tell them that they were doing this so people like them could be safe too; but she couldn’t. Hayden arrived shortly after. He was dressed in stretchy gym pants and a sleeveless black t-shirt with an image of a beautiful

“I didn’t get a close look at him. He just had on all black, it didn’t even look like a cloak or anything. It just look like black clouds… or something. He just looked dark, I didn’t see his eyes or his face. And I think he was practicing necromancy.” The Mage’s eyes shot up at that. “Necromancy?” “Yeah his guards weren’t really wolves, they were half dead or half alive. I don’t even know…” “Let’s get Damon out of the woods then we can figure out who placed the curse.” He said, his hand moved towards the wound. “What’s your name?” “Mara…” “Mara, have you ever been in a mind link trance before?” He looked at me. Something told me that tonight was just about to get a lot harder…

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

"Bro, what do you want?... Girls or boys?" Mikhail shrugged. "Whatever is in there!" Damon shook his head. "You are so boring!... Aren't you excited for genders... Marona is actually smart to keep it secret, it builds up the excitement..." "Anything! But healthy!" Mikhail chuckled. Damon rolled his eyes. "Give him two pumpkins" He told Marona and both of them laughed. All of them looked at the way towards the basement when they heard a blood curling scream. "Oh my god! Is he doing it again?"

Lucian slashed at the nearest figure, his blade sparking, but it reformed, its face—mine—smiling as it struck back, claws raking his chest. “Lucian!” I shouted, diving forward, the dagger’s light slashing through the figure, scattering it into sparks. He staggered, blood soaking his shirt, but he stayed upright, his eyes fierce, the bond burning—*stay with me*. Killian swung his staff, cracking another figure’s skull, while Mara danced between two, her knife finding their hearts, but they kept coming, endless, their chants shaking the bridge. I pushed toward her—my shadow—each step a fight, the mark screaming, the dagger’s hum a song of its own, urging me on.

The person fires the crossbow, sending a silver-tipped wooden stake flying right at Lucas’s chest. Lucas whirls around, moving so fast he’s just a blur, and catches the stake. The person holding the crossbow stumbles back, shaken that Lucas so easily caught the arrow. Lucas, looking bored, snaps the wooden arrow in half and drops it on the ground. Snarling, he lurches forward, and the person with the crossbow turns to run away but trips and falls. Lucas grabs him by the throat, lifting him into the air, flashing his fangs and looking just at terrifying as the wendigo.

I burst out laughing because she landed so perfectly on that asshole’s personality. “His name is Calder Pike, and he was banished after fighting Xander. And you are spot on with the stalking.” “One. Three to go. You are going to be glorious bait!” Crean sings in the memory. Mara moves back into the shadows and the memory dissolves into grey fog before another takes form. We’re running through the forest now, following Mara on a path that no one should know was there. She is weaving in and out like a pro, and then she halts. She listens for a second before scaling the tall broad tree in front of her like a teenager.

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly