Novel & Cerita Marionette Darkstalkers

“Then we go in together. No solo stunts. Not this time.” Dominique smirked faintly. “I’ll try not to run off and poke the beast alone.” They activated the link—a dark net portal Damien had acquired from a defunct dom network with rumors of dangerous undercurrents. The entrance was hidden behind an innocuous shell site: an online museum for antique dolls. Clicking a cracked porcelain face on the third shelf triggered a cascading page redirect and a black screen that read: Welcome to Marionette’s Mirror You’re the puppet now. Her heart thumped once—hard—before the terminal loaded.

“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.

"What's your game, Francis? Running a test on me? Want to see if I'll stay your ride-or-die without the meds, wagging my tail for you?" Francis' face turned stormy. "Don't talk like that." "How should I talk, then?" I flung the blankets aside and shakily stood up. My legs were jelly, but I held my ground. "Should I thank you then? For a decade under your drug-fueled thumb? And now you're curious what's left when you peel that away?" He rose, a full head taller, casting a long shadow. "I'm after the real deal, Natalie, not some drug-induced fantasy."

My eyebrows which were raised in surprise came down when she began to speak. "Thank you. Thank you, Moon Goddess. There's no way I would've survived going back there." She whimpered and Rachel held her tighter. "Alpha. Alpha." My head guard, Darion called and my angry eyes- calmed by that memory- snapped to him. "The mole has been found, Alpha. I've just been mind linked by the team." He told me and my anger returned in full. "More details." "He is Festus of the Information Team, they found out he was working for Denver, the leader of the rogues."

Dark magic swirled above them, forming a vortex. And in the center—Elena. Derek's hand on her shoulder, draining her life force through the false bond. She was pale. Hollow. Dying. "Now!" Kade roared. We attacked. Mara hit the first anchor. Marcus grabbed two victims, blurring them to safety. Reeves went straight for Derek, shifting mid-run. The chanting faltered. But the other anchors didn't stop. They chanted louder, faster. "They're not stopping!" I shouted.

"What is your decision, Sire?" Ronan took a deep breath, his chest heaving. The rage still simmered, but a chilling resolve had settled over me. "Marceline," he announced, his voice resonating through the silent throne room. "I hereby banish you from the Mountain Dew Pack. If you ever set foot in our territory again, you'll be killed on sight." He turned to face her, his gaze locking with hers, leaving no room for doubt. "This is the height of my mercy I can give you."

Kale rushed to grab the medical kit from under the table and began dressing Drake's wound. "Marion, you're crazy!" Drake growled. "This is just a scratch for you," Marion said, aiming the gun at Drake's forehead this time. "Want another?" Drake's expression darkened. Marion was known as an excellent marksman. If wanted to, Drake would be dead the next second. "You want to kill me? For Debra?" Drake spat, his words striking a nerve. "You betrayed me and did this for a woman. Marion, you never cease to amaze me."

, I grunted to Amara. "Yes well, I'm not a psychic, but I still feel something coming Laila, something bigger than these idiots". "That's it, we're leaving", I mind linked to Marnie as I could see the creeps friends were closing in on the pair of us. "I'm sorry Laila, these Dark Moon wolves are runing everything", Marnie replied, sounding equal parts disappointed and mad.

I closed my eyes and started chanting along with the elders, and soon, Wendy and Ashia walked out to finish releasing and capturing the darkness within Mariel. Mariel yelled in pain and kept kicking around, trying to hurt me, but David´s dragon arms kept a deadlock around me, preventing any damage to us. With a loud, piercing scream, Mariel opened her mouth, and a dark cloud exited her body. Ashia and Wendy raised her hand creating a big ball of white light, engulfing the darkness. Elenaore cracked the earth open while Ashia and Wendy sent the darkness back to the underworld.