Marvel Darkstar Novels & Stories

Rebecca felt like the sounds around her are muted. A muted hiss is buzzing into her ears. Her eyes are widely shocked and fixed on Simara's face. "He is Dark. The monster who destroyed more than fifty packs without any mercy on anyone... He bathed in the blood of his enemies. He destroyed everything that came his way. He is the ultimate wolf with the Alpha powers. Yes, he is Crysler Dark. My brother, the only boy survivor from the River Moon Pack." Simara said. Rebecca felt as if someone hit her head with a hammer. She grabbed the rods of Simara's cell to keep her balance. The first thought crept up into her mind. He is my Mate!

He buried his face in her neck, his hands clutching her back with a strength that bruised. "I saw her," Dark whispered, his voice a broken sob. "My mother. She was in the dark. She told me to... to find the stars. But I couldn't find them, Iza. I couldn't find them." "I'm the stars, Dark," she said, her voice a soothing, rhythmic hum. "I'm right here. I'm the floor of heaven. You're not in the dark anymore." Slowly, the tension began to drain out of him. The heart monitor began to slow. Beep... beep... beep. He stayed there, held by the woman he had bought, the woman who had now saved his empire and his soul.

“Mr. Moonshade…” Elise shook her head. “You don’t know this, but although Dark Star is called an organization, they’re actually from a planet called ‘Darkstar’ beyond this world. Strictly speaking, their power is vast and belongs to a force outside the Immortal, Demonic, and Fiend Realms. If you kill them, their ancestral planet will never rest until you’re dead.” Celestial Blade Sect had a long-standing enmity with Dark Star, so as a member of the sect, Elise knew more secrets than Andrius.

Chapter 136 – The Dark Star’s Guile The dark star loomed in the nexus’s starfield, its pulsing void a black heart that devoured light, its silence a suffocating weight that choked the air with dread and deceit. The crystalline chamber from the prismatic star lay in ruins, its walls shattered, the loom’s prismatic threads severed, Vynia’s echo of Jessica’s childhood friend, Echo, dissolved into the fracture’s wrath.

He was the Dark Wolf, the ancient Lycan born to destroy the universe. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized the true nature of the Dark Lord. He was a monster, a creature of destruction and chaos. And I was drawn to him, bound to him by some unseen force. Callista's grip on my hand tightened, as if she sensed the turmoil brewing inside me. "Avery, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice low and concerned. I took a deep breath, trying to process the revelation. "The Dark Lord," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "He's the Dark Wolf. And I'm drawn to him, Callista. I don't know why, but I am."

Wilbur had met creatures nearly a hundred meters tall, so how could he be afraid of a mutated wolf-man standing at five meters tall? In fact, for a few seconds just now, Wilbur had hoped to cooperate with Tracy, but he quickly changed his mind because Wilbur had thought of someone. That person was the Dark Messenger, a subordinate of the Dark Lord. In front of Wilbur, that guy had easily slain Damon and claimed to have killed more than twenty Chosen Ones, absorbing their energy and learning their talents.

“I’m sorry, Darkmoor… please, this is not about a business proposal. I lied to bring you here because anytime I talk about avenging your son, you always tell me to leave it to the universe.” Mr. Darkmoor’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “You deceived me to come here? For what purpose exactly?” “This is Alpha Rowan of the Lunarstrike Pack. His son also died because of that bitch, and unlike you, he wants to avenge his son. So I thought of involving you. If we have such a powerful Alpha by our side, then there is nothing to be scared of, is there?”

I reach the control platform only to find my stepmother Leah waiting for us in a physical, fully restored form, her eyes glowing with a dark, artificial alpha power that hums with sickening synthetic energy. She reveals that Dawn Mercer used his dark magic to bond her soul to a new, synthetic host body made of star-metal and dark magic. Her face bears a chilling, porcelain perfection that defies human biology, while her limbs flex with terrifying, unnatural speed under the tailored fabric of her dark travelling cloak. "You thought a little frost-lily and a mountain trick would rid you of me forever, stepdaughter?" she sneers, her voice carrying a metallic echo that rattles the control panels

“What happens to her now?” “I will take her. Somewhere far from here. Try to help her remember who she was before darkness consumed her. It may be too late. Two centuries of corruption do not wash away easily. But I owe her the attempt.” Mara’s expression hardened. “But make no mistake. If she ever regains even a fraction of her power, if she ever threatens this world again, I will kill her myself.” “Fair enough.” Over the next few days, more wolves arrived at our camp. Word had spread about what happened at Silver Crest. About a Lunar Wolf who could freeze entire battles, who could strip away dark magic, who could show mercy even to her worst enemies.

I'd love to make their life worse than hell. Aurora is mine and only I have a right to touch her, hurt her, make her cry and own her smile, although I doubt that she will ever smile because of me or for me until I force it out of her. She has awakened the monster which I never knew existed in me, her innocence makes me want to consume her soul and I will. I am no light but the darkness itself, and she will be consumed by darkness. "We need you tonight..." Mikhail declared, crashing my thoughts to see my Angel tonight.