Cinderella Dark Novels & Stories

I smile. “Same to you,” she smiles back. “Speaking of, care to explain how the two of you managed to get in here?” Nermin asks curiously. “We were let in,” Mei shrugs. “There was this pink ball of light, and an arch appeared letting us through the barrier and then it guided us under the castle. Ever see that scene in Sleeping Beauty where the light leads her to the spindle? Like that, but way less creepy,” says Valeria. “I’ve never seen Sleeping Beauty,” I comment.

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

Derek said we should all turn in early because tomorrow was going to be a long day. Marcus arranged for a seamstress to come for a final fitting of my gown and I was actually looking forward to it. Edwin's birthday was going to be quite for event, in more ways than one. Cinderella was going to the ball!

The guard continue to say. "Just go do what I asked"Aurora says grimacing, she watched as the guards stared at eachother in confusion. Then suddenly one of them raced into the castle. Few minutes later, Cindy rushes out of the palace. She looks different, different from the Cinderella she had met in the woods. With the blissful expression and the happy aura emitting from this Cindy, it's so obvious that she's really doing well. She isn't the Cindy that cried in the middle of the dark woods because she was jilted by her former lover, she isn't the Cindy that was worked to the bones by her wicked stepmother and sisters. She's the Cindy that's now the queen of Nevera, she looks lovely in a blue

"Lies. I saw you every night you were let out of the cell, willingly going to him, you even once fucked each other in front of the cell, you think I didn't hear that?” Vanilla could barely contain her fury now, though she hated herself for having sex with Darkness when she had sworn to hate him, but she had at least done it to save her friends. To believe Cinderella who acted so sweet was this sly. “No!" She backed away, crying. “I…" she stepped forward, wanting to move next to Maya but Maya stepped back, Cinderella shook her head, then she turned back and left the room. Maya scoffed. “Stupid bitch."

It’s midnight now. I run to my room like Cinderella fleeing her prince. I guess, in a twisted way, I’m doing the same. I didn’t want to stay there when they had finally finished carving my fate into stone. I didn’t want to see the look on the Alpha’s face when he finally realizes just how much he owns me.

Fumbling on her feet, Z laughed, a heavy, cruel one that made even Dark stood from his throne, looking wildly at Z whose hair has been streaked with quite a darkness that honors the night, dotting stars twinkling from it as though some kind of hairpins. “How lovely it is to see you, Dark Sylvania!” Z looked over her shoulder. Dark moved back a little, gritting his teeth. Her eyes shamed even death, where the flames darker than the night flickered through, dancing like wildfires. “Now, don’t be shy, m’dear. It’s just me. Your greatest nightmare.” And she laughed once again…

Dante laughed and laughed like a maniac and only the darkness surrounded him. *** Deep within the hideout, the air hung heavy with malevolence. Claire, trapped in her restraints and confined within a dark cage, could sense the presence of evil all around her. She strained her senses, trying to make sense of her surroundings and find a way to escape. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the chamber. Cassandra, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and malice, emerged from the shadows. Her form seemed to meld with the darkness itself, making her an ominous figure in the dimly lit room.

Opening her palms she pulled her power to her and looked Maleficent in the eyes. ‘You are a very brave little Witch’ Ella could feel the evil seeping through the air making it thick and difficult to breathe but her eyes never left the other woman’s. She was tall and thin, her eyes and hair were inky black, and her claw-like nails were also painted black, she was beautiful but she was evil at its purest source. She wanted this pretty little Witch's power desperately, Cinderella was all that was good in the Immortal World, she was sunshine and rainbows, everything Maleficent was not.

Now everything will be decided. But nothing happened. Nothing at all. - Not she. Are there any more girls here? the dark man asked with an unhappy look. No, definitely not, this last one! Clarissa replied. “Then we’re done here, Reiner, Lady Melissa, I’m waiting for you in the courtyard,” the dark one walked past me, he smelled of leather and some kind of tart herbs. I continued to draw the statue. Everything that happened just didn't fit in my head. It's some kind of mistake?