Alina And The Darkling Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He opened his mouth to respond when the door was knocked twice before Anya opened the door, knowing that I was expecting them. “She is ready,” she said, stepping aside as Alina walked into the room. She wore the black dress that Anya gave her, the plain fabric doing nothing to soften the fire in her eyes, and I frowned when my gaze went to her throat. The sight of faint finger marks beneath her jaw, fresh marks, made my eyes darken. Alina raised an eyebrow, daring me to ask, and Mikhail frowned at the sight. Anya, however, didn’t bother with trying to explain. She had no regret, My wolf moved beneath my skin, and I knew that if I gave into his instinct, Anya would be losing her life in a bli

Alina had not gotten her wolf yet, but she had felt the separation as well. The night was thick with tension, darkness wrapping around them like a suffocating shroud. Talia glanced at her sister, whose eyes were wide with fear, reflecting on the firelight. Alina had always been the more delicate of the two, her spirit bright but fragile. Talia had vowed to protect her, but the weight of that promise grew heavier with each breath.

“And you know why I’m not scared of you? Because every stupid thing you do makes it easier for me to take back everything you stole from me.” Mila laughed loudly—too loudly. “You know what I like about you, Alina? You have a very big imagination. You dream high and wide." She stepped closer, her face inches from mine. “But Zack lost his memory, sweetheart. You were part of what he forgot, i said that earlier. He can never remember you. So stop trying. He loves me now. And that’s the only thing that matters.” I stared at her, unblinking. “Oh really? If you’re so confident he loves you, then why are you begging me not to tell him you cheated?” I asked quietly. Her face changed instantly. For t

Chapter 24 Alina's POV The ride to the northern sanctuary felt endless, the landscape around us transforming from familiar forests to jagged cliffs and barren stretches of rock. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—fear, determination, and a desperate longing for answers. I sat close to Damien, the steady rhythm of his horse’s hooves a small comfort against the chaotic beating of my heart. Every step we took toward the hidden sanctuary increased the weight of destiny on my shoulders. I could still feel the raw power pulsing beneath my skin, the strange burning sensation that had emerged during the fight. It was a constant reminder that something inside me was awakening, something both magnifi

When her gaze snapped to Alina, I saw it—a flash of unfiltered, murderous fury. But she didn’t speak, nor speak. No one did. Because we all knew how this ended if anyone raised their voice. She's the Luna and we are just maids, no, slaves. Alina turned back to me, leaning in until her breath brushed my damp cheek. The scent of mint and something floral made me want to vomit. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” she whispered, “Hiding in here like some fragile little bird. But even birds get their wings clipped when they try to fly too high.”

She stood before one of her bolder works, her hands moving as she explained it to Zara. “This one… she’s me,” Alina said, tapping the image of the bound, blindfolded woman. “Not literally, but—” she bit her lip, laughing shyly, “—it’s what I crave. What I can’t have. What’s… become an obsession.” Zara cackled, throwing her head back. “Girl, you’re insane!” They both doubled over, laughter spilling out, so unguarded it was almost intimate. But Alejandro didn’t laugh. He leaned closer to the screen, his thumb brushing the edge as if he could touch her through the glass.

' 'Alina will disappear. 'Like she should have from the beginning.'

Her eyes were dark and cold, and the wind bone-piercing. I was a little worried. I didn’t know when Ailina’s eyes had changed. I had never seen such dark and cold eyes before. Only those who have seen ultimate darkness would have such eyes. ‘What exactly did Alina experience?’ ‘Because of Darren’s betrayal? Who would not encounter a few fuck boys in their lifetime?’ I felt that Ailina had experienced something more, but neither did I dare to ask, nor did I want to ask. I didn’t want to rub in Ailina’s face those sad things again.

She pulled a single file marked Project Rook. Under it was her name. Not just a legacy. Not just Helena’s daughter. But the experiment they crafted when Helena tried to flee. The girl born in silence, raised in exile, returned in fire. She whispered to the darkness, “You didn’t just make me a queen.” Her voice cracked like thunder. “You built a weapon.” … At dawn, Alina walked into the courtyard where the elders waited. She wore white. Not for purity, but for war. Mateo read the rites.

I turned to where Lucian had stood and saw him retreating with the witches army and his warriors. "The motherfucker is retreating with the witches," Caleb muttered and I could feel the venom in his voice as he spoke. "We will get him next time, Titan." "Yeah," I mumbled. "We will get him next time." I turned and followed my warriors as we walked into the woods. ***** Alana's POV I heard chirping of birds and the rag from the sun shone down on my face hard. I blinked rapidly as my eyes tried to adjust to the bright light.