Romans & histoires Becoming The Dark Femme

It’s terrifying and I wonder if I will ever be able to get used to this unnatural thing that I have allowed to be done to me. I have to remind myself several times why I wanted this power. This was the price. To curb Kaeden’s newfound magical advantage, I had to become something other than a wolf. I am a creature of the night now, an immortal in the making. I know the transition into fully embracing the darkness inside of me will be difficult, but I will remember why and the end goal of all this and suck it in and fucking endure. "Well, well... you look like death warmed over, Sssilasss."

She could heal fast, that's the only gift the moon goddess gave her. She walked slowly, dragging her feet along with her, she cursed Sophia in her heart. "The witch hated her for no reason, no one liked her, no one". She thought in her heart as lonely tears fell down her pale blues eyes making them shimmer. And as she was reaching the outskirts of the pack, she felt Ariana begging for control, to release her own pain the way she knew best. She rarely let her out due to her odd color it made her feel like a monster . It made her wolf snappy but reduced the risk for more mockery for she'll rather be called the wolf less Omega than a monster.

All of them are present. All of them are doing the ordinary work of their days. And in the east wing room behind me, a woman who had spent fifty years building herself into something certain and consuming was sitting with her hands on a desk learning what it was to be afraid of something and present with it rather than obliterating it. Growth happened in the dark. Not the bad kind of dark. The necessary kind. The kind that was simply the absence of light during the process of becoming, the way seeds did their most fundamental work underground before anything appeared above the surface.

Fear and something electric twisted together in his gut as the darkness consumed everything sight, saf ety, resistance. He was completely, utterly at Cove Voss’s mercy. And the nightmare had only just begun.

The only thing they do is spread their legs when there mate wants sex and cook food for their pack. I know you must be wondering if females are been hated and dislike how did I managed to be the alpha of a back, the second strongest in the whole werewolf community. Simple, just two words. Dark magic. And know I didn't use magic on my pack members to wipe off their memory like it an horror action movies ,nope I used my dark magic which was bestowed to me not by the moon goddess for good surprising because that are job but by the witches. There are called the dark witches. I used dark magic the night the rogues attacked my pack and turned them all good.

Meave Delaney was a completely different person in the light, but come dark, she becomes Eve. I stared at my real self through the reflection. There are some secrets better left unsaid after all.

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

“Yea. What I meant by not wanting your dress to get messy isn't because I was afraid you'll get beaten up. I'm afraid you'll get your dress dirty after beating up, Ramona.” “Hahaha, aren't you hilarious, Dark. You actually think I'll be the one beating her up?” “It's not about what I think, it's what I know. Ramona is a spoiled brat and everyone knows. And that's all we all know about her. She's lived her life as a princess, so trying to stage a fight with you is as good as giving herself a death sentence.” “What the…" I trailed off. The fact that Dark thinks I'm a female warrior of some sort.

I got my answer immediately—Gina wasn’t free to open up to me about anything, and now I'm sure I made it worse. It was entirely my fault. My stubbornness had caused a life, and if I didn’t find a way to control my emotions, it could cost another. Seraphina spoke, interrupting the internal going on in my head, “The darkness stems from dark magic. While there are witches who use dark magic, this one is more sinister, and comes from a much more darker force.” Her expression turned grave, like it did earlier when she seemed in a trance, “This great dark force is born from battered blood. But Gina will defeat it, but at a great cost.”

I started to stand up but my father held me down. “I don’t think that it’s a good idea.” “You will NOT tell me I cannot see my mate. My wolf is whimpering and won’t clam down either until she sees him.” I pushed my father away as best as I could. “I don’t like that fact that the Dark Wolf is my mate but there’s NOTHING I can do about it. The Moon Goddess gave him to me for a reason and maybe that’s because I’m the only one strong enough to change him and better him. Now let me go to him!”