Cinderella Dark Novels & Stories

Him. Elara crawled to a small hollow at the base of a rock, tucking herself into its shadows. She pressed her palms to the ground, letting her magic sink into the earth. Her heartbeat slowed, but the memory of his crimson gaze refused to leave her mind. The Dark Prince—Kael—was real. He wasn’t a threat from a storybook or a nightmare. He had found her.

Lorien.exe has stopped working My Cinderella. What the hell? Am I hearing it wrong? I step backwards, completely forgetting the fact that my left foot hurts. "You—" my voice croaks. "your Cinderella!? Do you even know what you are saying!?" The smug smile that is drawn across his porcelain face makes it even more harder for me to concentrate, if anything, it burns up my cheeks. I am afraid my head is steaming. "Can't I call my girl, 'my Cinderella'?"

"I don't know. I just thought you might like this since I noticed you're really into baggy shirts?" Daeira grinned at him. "I feel like a Cinderella with a personal fairy god mother." "Cinderella?" "You know that Disney princess who has glass slipper and turned from maid into a beautiful woman with glittering gowns through the help of fairy god mother. But only until midnight." "I'm the fairy god mother, huh?" he smirked. "Looks like it," she said. "Well, I would rid of these clothes at midnight too." he teased. "Yah. Don't you dare." she pouted while crossing her arms around her chest which made him grinned at her.

Ever since he had seen Ephonso escaping from her room that night, he had suspected her. Squinting, the big devil exhaled coldly. " Did you find anything about Kaimara? " " No. She sneaks out at night and practices dark magic too but I haven't found out anything connecting her to the hunters_ " " Oh! Dark magic? " Royalty chuckled. It was no wonder, Cinderella had tried to kill him that night. He sighed. " If you find out anything, get rid of her for me." °°° The plane moved into the night. Cinderella laid in her suite, her head placed on the big devil's chest.

She roars as the girl breaks down crying. The new maid looks at me first, not even sparing Cyn any eye contact and I can already sense how enraged that made Cyn feel. She goes to send another scratching slap to the already bleeding face of the girl, but my nose picks up on magic being summoned. I sat up in my bed and watched as a fiery, dark pink bubble, burst from the maids chest, burning the flesh off of Cyn’s body that it made contact with. A Dark Witch! I teleport within nanoseconds, ignoring Cyn’s cries and lifting the dark witch of a maid up in the air by her throat and eye level to mine.

Stepping out from the glass itself was the Dark Queen. She was flawless in the most horrible way—this physical manifestation of necromancy. Deathly pale skin, marked with violent black veins pulsing with stolen magic. A crown of jagged black ice sat on her head, and her eyes weren’t eyes, not really, just empty voids that didn’t care. I didn't just push her off me. I channeled the golden energy of Kaelen's anchor, fusing it with my silver fire, and drove my fist directly into her chest.

Elira leaned in, whispering quickly as though even saying their names too loudly could bring trouble. “ The girl in the middle is Cressida Vale, a dragonkin sorceress with blazing crimson hair and molten-gold eyes. Known for breathing sparks when angry. Damien’s girlfriend. Ruthless, manipulative, always two steps ahead”. “Beside her by the right is Lura Duskbane, a vampire enchantress with long raven-black hair and lips the color of fresh blood. She has the ability to cloud minds and lure secrets from anyone. Cold and cruel.”

In the great main hall, three figures stood before the enormous window overlooking the valley. Vlad Darkmoor, the Absolute Prince of Darkness, was exactly as always: tall, imposing, dressed in black with elegant precision. At his side, Elena, his wife, wore a long deep wine-colored dress that enhanced her eternal beauty. Her hair fell in soft waves, and her hand rested lovingly on her husband’s arm.

Sabin was good at remaining calm; unlike Nora and Michael, they were too destructive to remain silent, unnoticed. "You don't tell me what to do. I tell you what to do." He said. Sabin had told his group to ask the locals to learn something about his brother, but they all said the same thing, he was an oppressor. Jake would not return until he did so. Cameo, the other woman in their group, although she wasn't cursed, something was loose in that head of hers. She plopped herself on the plush lounge across from him. Once, she, too, had been immortal, but nothing like them; she was the guard of Pandora's box, forever to guard it, but when she failed to do so, God's cursed her just like the witch

Ella Sinders had been timid and weak; Juliet Montague was bold and fierce. It had been Fae who’d given her the ability to walk into that room and fool everyone. Like the fairy godmother she was named for, Fae had built up Ella’s confidence. If she hadn’t found those paintings, she might still be cowering in the corner somewhere. Now, she was willing to face her enemies head on.