Novel & Cerita Marionette Darkstalkers

Marcus belted out with no shame. Beth beamed, “ah huh, told ya so.” I cringed, “if it was that fucking bad why not just do it yourself, Marcus.” “Oh no, I can’t just go into another man’s home and burn his drapes, but she can. Let me show you some patterns that are hot right now,” Marcus said to Beth, pulling up his Ipad. Oh jeez. Beth lit up and I knew they would be involved for a minute so I ran to catch up with Derek.

Closing her eyes, in the subconsciousness of her mind a chibi Maria stood in front of two miniature versions of herself. The one in the white dress with angel wings was Light Maria, the reasonable and positive part of her inner conscious while floating across from Light Maria, dressed in a black leotard and had devil wings, was Dark Maria, the negative and evil part of her inner conscious. "At a time like this, you must remain calm and not do anything too rash," calmly said Light Maria, only to have Dark Maria scoff at her words. "Bull crap! I say we go find that little punk of a prince and show him that we are not someone to be messed with. Revenge! Revenge!" chanted Dark Maria, wearing a p

As they stepped outside, Damon pulled out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Jason: To: Jason Hey, need a favor. Can you cover for me in chemistry? Taking Aqua to my spot. Jason's reply came swiftly, a reassuring presence amid Damon's concern: From: Jason Sure thing, man. Is everything okay? Damon hesitated for a moment before responding, his fingers tapping out a reply filled with unspoken worry: To: Jason Yeah, just want to help Aqua out. She's having a rough time. As Damon glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw Jason's response. The simple message, accompanied by a winky face emoji, conveyed a sense of camaraderie and encouragement tha

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

This was a creature that had been forcefully broken. Standing behind this walker variant was a large Undead. This Undead was over two meters tall and could best be described as a poster boy for bodybuilding. His large arms were stained with blood and so was one half of his face. Of course, it wasn’t his blood. The dark red blood belonged to the battered Undead kneeling in front of him. He was merely the architect of this masterpiece. He was a 4 Star Undead and one of the subordinates of Dark Shadow that Red Nest had told Kylie about. His name was, painfully, Muscles. “So, did he speak?” Dark Shadow asked lazily as she closed her eyes. She looked like she would fall asleep at any given moment

“Mr Dunstan I wanted to apologize to you for how I acted earlier. I promise I would never intentionally hurt your daughter. She is my mate and I would NEVER want any harm to come of her.” My father shook his hand, “Please keep her safe. She is my only daughter and my oldest child. She is my everything.” “I promise sir.” Lyall reassured my father. “Those are my younger twin brothers, Marcus and Lucas.” I pointed across the table to my brothers who were goofing off. “Boys! Knock it off and come meet your sisters mate.” My mother scolded them. They both groaned but reluctantly stood up to come meet Lyall. “So you’re the Dark Wolf?” Marcus stated.

Mira, George, Aunt Alice, Gwen, Lady Delice. Were they alive? She sprung up to her feet when she heard the door click open, sensing him before he could come within her line of sight. Darkness wafted around him. His white attire had been smeared with blood and the green venom from the Volakys. Darkness wafted around him, engulfing every space around him. Even in the darkness, the aura that he brought made it different, and distinct. The dark veins she knew very well were cobwebbed beneath his skin and there was no trace of white in his eyes, but those flecks of red like sparks of lightning remained.

Mara exclaimed and then threw another ball of dark energy to the target. "Easy, Mara, easy. Calm down," Sloth said while yawning. "You can destroy all the dummies around but would mind keeping you power in moderate level? It is creating quakes and it is disturbing our people, Mara." The lady sighed and then crossed her arms under her chest. "Fine! But, uncle, do you mind sparring with me for a little while? You can kick my fucking butt all you want just please don't go easy on me. I do not mind losing," Mara plead in a frustrated manner.

Marcel, one of my oldest and most loyal warriors, knelt before me, his eyes downcast. “The skinwalkers have destroyed four of our kind, Your Highness,” he said quietly. “They’re using dark magic, far more than we anticipated. Two of our men… had their tongues cut out. We are doing everything to heal the wounded, but—” A shiver crawled up my spine. The words painted a nightmare I wasn’t ready to face. I touched his shoulder, trying to anchor him, and yet the weight of it all pressed on me like a mountain. “Dismissed.”

The moment he was gone, I collapsed into the chair, chest still heaving, eyes glowing faint gold. I closed my eyes and reached for her again through the bond. Faint. Weak. But alive. “Hold on, Lucia,” I whispered. “I’m coming for you. No matter what I have to destroy.” Lightning flashed outside, turning the broken glass into shards of silver light. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, ready to hunt, ready to kill. **** KILLIAN~ From the other side of the forest, I watched the storm gathering above Rivermist. Tiny lights pricked the night like a constellation of fools gathering for slaughter.