Becoming The Dark Femme Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Dark One started fast forwarding through her conversations until he heard someone else’s voice. It was Ula's voice and the voice of another woman: “So, you want me to give your powers to the human women?” “No not to the human women, there is one who is pregnant, that child has been blessed by the King of Kings with traces of an angel’s aura in her, and she will be part human and wolf. With my powers she will be a force to be reckon with.” The Dark One heard the memory of the woman he realized was the high witch. So that stupid witch gave her powers to a baby that hasn't been born yet. The Dark One thought back to the humans and remember the one who had a baby bump.

The voice hissed again. I scanned the room wildly but could not track the person with me. “Who did they kill? Was it Carissa? Did they kill my daughter?” My voice choked at the end. “She suffered great pain because of them. Her last thoughts were for vengeance. I have answered the call.” “Dark Sister—” I gasped as realization sunk in. Dark Sister was the darkest side of the Goddess. The Goddess was known for being firm but fair. She was kind and a symbol of purity and unconditional love. But with the light must come the dark. Dark Sister was the flipside of the Goddess’s glory and love. She answered the call for those deemed wronged. She is the embodiment of Vengeance and Death. She can only

Edmondo had given me this power, but it wasn’t his doing; not in the way they think. I used to be some naive girl being thrust into this world. But later, I was made into a person for this. The darkness that had swirled around Edmondo’s world, the darkness that Edmondo had been molding me to be; the brutality, the cold ambition… it had all been my tutor long before the accident. I had seen it. I had understood it. But now, it was all mine. --- I leave the estate, walking the streets of the city as the Woman Don that I had been made into three months ago. The city doesn’t feel the same, even though nothing is visibly different.

I needed its power, its darkness, to face Isadora, to make her pay for what she had done. As the transformation took hold, I felt a surge of power that was both exhilarating and terrifying. I became the Dark Prince, a being of shadow and rage. The dark magic kept pouring into me like an endless ocean and finally, the book closed shut and fell down onto the ground. I had my head thrown back and my eyes closed while fighting the surge of the malevolent energy entering me. I did not care if I died in the process. At least, I would kill the dark witch and reunite with Celia in the afterlife. And if I was going to hell for embracing dark magic, then I would ensure that I dragged Isadora with me.

My legs were tied too, leaving me completely at the mercy of whoever brought me here. Panic gripped my chest as I struggled to breathe. Where am I? How did I get here? My mind raced as fragments of the last few hours tried to piece themselves together. And then, a voice cut through the silence, sharp and venomous. “Awake at last, I see,” the woman said, stepping into the dim light. I froze, my heart pounding as I took in her appearance. She was elegant but cold, her dark hair pulled back into a severe bun, her lips painted blood red. I knew her face. It took me a second, but recognition hit me like a brick wall.

shattered by a single day of passion. But in the quiet moments, I couldn't stop replaying it. The way Mr. Alfred's mouth had claimed my breasts, sucking hard on my nipples until I moaned. How he'd flipped me over, spreading my ass cheeks and sliding his tongue along my slit before plunging his cock inside me again, fucking me until I came hard, my pussy clenching around him. It was wrong, taboo, but god, it had felt so right. Finally, the call came. I sat in my tiny apartment, phone shaking in my hand. “Ms. Kamilla? Your results are negative. You're clear.”

“Because some flames… aren’t meant to be controlled. Some obsessions… aren’t meant to be tamed. And some people… are impossible to resist.” The fog wrapped around us, swallowing the streets and isolating us in a world that felt simultaneously dangerous and electric. I was trembling—not just from desire this time, but from the knowledge that real danger was stalking us. And still, my body moved closer, drawn into the storm of fire and obsession he carried like a living thing. “I’m already too far gone,” I admitted softly. “I… I can’t stay away.” He smirked, a slow, dangerous smile that made my pulse hammer even harder. “Good. That’s the only way this could ever work. Some flames… need to burn

Because my brain thinks sleep takes me away from my bitter reality even though it is only for some hours. Now I am just a puppet to him. He is pulling the strings and he wants me to dance. I just want to forget everything. I look at myself in mirror to see exactly opposite of what I am now from inside. From outside I look perfect but from inside I am badly broken. Some people came a little while earlier to dress me up and to do makeup. I am wearing a red floor length gown. It is backless and sleeveless. Its neckline is deep and shows cleavage. Too revealing. I have never worn a dress like this.

Until finally, we are circling each other, breathless, faces streak with dirt and sweat. ‎ ‎“You’ve grown stronger,” she says, voice low. ‎ ‎“And you’ve grown darker.” ‎ ‎Her lips curl. “Power demands sacrifice. You wouldn’t understand.” ‎ ‎I lunged forward, fury burning through my veins. “I understand enough to know I don't want such dark powers. No power is worth sacrificing my loved ones.” I expect to see a flash of guilt or regret but instead she grins. The darkness has eaten deep into her soul, she cannot be redeemed.

"I gave you the option. You chose it. But yes, I've been preparing for this moment since I first understood what you'd become." "You betrayed me?" "I saved you. From yourself, from the goddess, from forty iterations of the same tragedy." She turned to Dark-me. "You can't become the goddess because you're not complete enough. None of the aspects are. That's the point." Dark-me snarled, pulling more power, ascending faster. "Then I'll consume the others. Become whole through absorption." "Try it." The challenge in Luna's voice made everyone pause. She stood in perfect bridge-state, balanced between all possibilities, and waited.