Marionette Darkstalkers Novels & Stories

She staggered backward, her assault breaking. "Jason!" I gasped, relief flooding me. His eyes never left Mara, his growl low and threatening. “Stay back, Lena,” he bit out, hoarse even in wolf. Mara snapped back fast, surprise transformed into annoyance. “Awww, the dedicated partner,” she scoffed. "How predictable." Jason lunged at her again, and she had to block. The clash was brutal. Mara’s dark magic crackled and swarmed around her, but Jason’s speed and strength were superior. And he avoided her blows with incredible skill, each of his strikes vigorous and punishing.

I say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.

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.

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.

“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.

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.

“Without your mate, you’re NOTHING! NOTHING!!!” Everything in me stills. The confusion vanishes, My jaw clenches, a scowl pulling at my lips at the mention of mate. Why the hell is Lynette being dragged into this? “You Dravens thought your pack was superior just because you had the most werewolves with their wolf beasts,” the rogue rasps, his voice thick with madness, eyes glowing with twisted reverence. “But not anymore. With the power of our king, more will be reborn. More will awaken. And when we are enough—”his voice quivers with ecstasy—the world will tremble at his might and glory.”

His eyes darkened. “This isn’t only about Marlene. You know exactly what I’m talking about, Ethan!” he snapped. “I’ve told you repeatedly, Mr. Caspian Blackwood—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied evenly. They dragged another man into the room. His fingers were missing. I didn’t need an explanation. “Touching me isn’t the problem, Caspian. It’s what happens after you hurt a La Rosa. We both know there are boundaries even in the underworld,” I said, carefully playing my cards.