Midnight Bliss Darkstalkers Novels & Stories

’ Zadicus thought again, unable to win against brute force. “Death’s Grasp.” Katastrofi called another spell and a silhouette of miserable souls came, coming towards Zadicus but he cut them down. And at the same time, Sapphire Lynix released blue flames, breathing out blazing flames blue in color, burning everyone and everything coming in the attack. ‘Tsk, I have to be quick before he destroys this whole continent.’ Zadicus growled in his mind and cast another attack to make things quick. "Bring out the darkness, extinguish all light. Under my shade to bring the lethal night- Black Void!" Zadicus cast his ultimate spell.

I have also learned how they refer to each other. A person named Night is a twilight lyceum; this means protectors of the twilight and carries the virus to create other lyceums. Chanco means protectors of the night. The twilight is what they call the shadow realm. The shadow realm is the term given to the plane between day and night; it is a world within itself. The only way I can explain it is a dimension just outside of our reality.

I looked up to see Julia sitting on a chair placed on the podium, she looked like a fallen angel from the pit of hell. 'Good morning, hunters'. She greeted. 'Good Morning'. We said in unison. She smiled her devilish smile. 'I'm sorry for waking you like that. I had something important to share with you'. She took out a cigarette from the air and a slave behind her lit it for her. She brought it to her mouth and puffed. Her gaze travelled round the hall and it settled on me. 'The next batch is moving today'. Murmurs rose around the hall, people were confused.

he said. "It's just that lust takes over with me and I want to satisfy it badly," he grabbed my palm and placed it to his throbbing manhood. "Can you feel my heartbeat?" I looked up to him and saw dead eyes. A gloomy one. Full of sadness and surrounded by loneliness. My head involuntarily nod. "Ye-Yes, Lord Damon. It's throbbing and it's... hu-humongous," it made him chuckle. "I'm just kidding," he smiled.

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.

Dear Reader, Thank you for walking this long journey with me. For holding Lunessa’s hand in the darkness. For standing beside Azrik through the fire. For dreaming with me, until the very end. But is it really the end? Some stories are too powerful to end here. Shaelith and Seraphira still have their tale to tell. ‘Twins of Midnight’ is coming January 2026. Set in a new age, where the world has shifted but their powers remain, only haunted by the mistake of their father.

The sky above Stain Global HQ was a chaotic storm of fire and steel. Waves of ultraviolet drones streaked across the clouds like angry silver meteors, their targeting systems locked onto the estate. The wind carried the scent of ozone and burning concrete, mingling with the copper tang of spilled blood. Every window, every barrier, every sensor was active, yet even the most advanced defenses could barely withstand the relentless human offensive. Samuel stood atop the central tower, golden aura flaring around him, eyes scanning the sky as the drones approached. His claws flexed reflexively, his body humming with the power of the Secondary Bond. The Blood Pact had given him strength beyond com

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

Almira tried to hit him again but Kitanna stepped in the way. “It’s fine. I know what’s happening. It’s obvious some sort of dark magic is involved here. I will inform my father, perhaps the spell would be broken when his head rolls off,” Xander threatened but before he could go far, Almira imprisoned his mind with a low hum and he froze on the spot. She walked to him and leaned towards his ear, “This never happened,” she whispered and tapped his shoulder. He dropped to the floor unconscious. Kitanna glared at Almira with folded arms.

I stood in the midst of a moonlit forest, the silvery glow of the moon casting an otherworldly light over the serene landscape. Suddenly, a shadow appeared, and my heart raced when I saw him under the moonlight—tall, broad, and dangerous. His long black leather coat shimmered faintly, silver buckles gleaming on his shoulders. A dark cloak swirled behind him, and his black boots thudded heavily as he approached. The demonic mask of blackened iron obscured his face, leaving only glowing eyes visible, and the smile he wore was sinister and bone-chilling. Then, he lifted his hand and slowly removed the mask. My eyes widened in horror as I realized that the man before me was Zander Blake, standin