Dark Fairycore Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

But now that, was going to change. As blood trickled from my lip, I felt the familiar cold embrace of my darkness. But this time, instead of rejecting it, I welcomed it. As I embraced it, my senses heightened, my eyesight sharpening unnaturally. And as the coldness travelled down my arms, black veins started to appear, the consequenting mark of my dark magic. The girls froze as they saw the transformation, their eyes widening in terror. Good, they should be afraid.