Becoming The Dark Femme Novels & Stories

“Selene and Hecate regrouped and realized there wasn’t enough balance among the abilities of the Menae. So Selene had ten more daughters. She called them the Mavri Magea.” “The Dark.” “Yes. Dark Magic is the literal translation. Hecate employed Persephone and Hades to give them abilities to counteract the rest of the Menae. To keep them in place if they got out of control again.” She pauses and twists her fingers. “The darker the dark, the lighter the light.” Something about the phrase hits my heart. “That’s pretty… deep.”

She knew now that although Hayden always sought the light when he was himself, when the wolf took over, its pain caused him to stay in darkness. She concentrated hard and said, “I see you. I know you think I’m afraid of you. I know this only fuels your rage and desire to kill. I’m sorry for not seeing you before. I see you now….truly see you. You are beautiful and strong. I am not afraid of you. I know you won’t hurt me either.”

He walked off to the bedroom, leaving her standing there with his release dripping down her thigh. Sora Robbins, twenty-eight years old, stared at her reflection in the hallway mirror. The woman looking back at her had beautiful dark hair, full lips, and soft, generous curves that men on the internet called “goddess-like.” But in her real life, those same curves were weapons used against her. She didn’t know how much longer she could survive this. --- The next morning at Blackwood Corporation, Sora tried to bury herself in work. As a senior assistant in the marketing department, she was good at her job — organized, quiet, and reliable. But today her mind kept drifting.

“No, not yet. Once I’m officially the director of Maynard Cosmetics, I’m sure it’ll be fine then.” I stared at her, my jaw tightening. She thought her plan was foolproof, but I could already see the potential chaos. Hopefully, nothing would happen. But something told me it wouldn’t be that simple. Her hand caressed the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair. I looked up at her, and her gaze, her eyes darkened, transforming from the innocent Isla I knew into someone far more daring, more dangerous. “Speaking of minutes,” she murmured, her voice teasing, “we still have about thirty before they get here. Why don’t I please you a bit?”

my legs shook it's felt like I should just die right now I hope Damon doesn't know what happened to me cause I just can't comprehend how he's gonna felt about me. Nikita that bitch I trusted her but I don't know she's a fucking betrayer I feel like I was stabbed by someone dear to me. She's a devil I can't believe she can do this to me, If anyone told me she's going to do something this terrible to me am gonna deny it's and fought with the person that's she can't hurt a snail but now I believed you don't have to trust people. The look is sometimes deceptive I think have believed so much in her. I feel so fucked up I don't know who touch me I feel like a fool right now. Someone touched me I f

"I’m a law student, Dark. I’ve spent years learning how to use a person’s own words to hang them. If he wants to talk about 'Morenos,' let’s talk about the 'Valerius Project.' Let’s talk about the conditioning of a five-year-old boy. Let’s see how the board of directors feels about a chairman who treats children like hardware." Dark’s grip on her waist tightened. He looked at her with a mixture of terror and awe. "You’re more dangerous than he is." "I had a good teacher," she murmured, her lips brushing his. "Now, get me a dress. Not cream. Not white. I want something that looks like a storm." By 8:00 PM, the transformation was complete.

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

Her laugh filled with pleasure as she enjoyed watching others suffer at her hand. Most Fae were kind, but the dark Fae were treacherous creatures. Some are more vile than others. Dela was the queen of the Dark Fae, hungry for power. She was a malicious being who fed off the fear of others and enjoyed watching the light fade from the eyes of her prey. The only reason she has kept me here for sixteen years is that she needs me to help unlock my daughter's powers. She needs the power to control all creatures, our realm and the rest of the realms in existence.

> If this goes on I’ll lose for sure… The emperor and his knights… on top of that Lukretus and Canditia are also helping… I’ll go out of mana, if this keeps on…luckily she was on my range…