Darkest Disney Theories Novels & Stories

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

The way she’s asking me not to leave her, I’ll never leave her, she’s the only light I have in the darkness I call my life, I chose my life, but I always craved the light, even before I met her, I knew I needed her in my life, one way or another, she was to be mine. I dropper her back at home, I didn’t want to leave her, but work was calling things aren’t going well for me, I still had to deal with the one who calls themselves pure bloods, they are making themselves more known now, they are trying to leave a mark, make themselves known, try to show everyone how strong they are, a pain in the arse really. Add to that the Irish who got in troubles for losing Devil, they were going to sell her

There is really someone behind this. Who? Well, I don’t know, and that is what Daxton should find out. There is a rat inside the werewolf land, and we do not even know yet who it is, which is very dangerous for all the werewolves. That is why I couldn’t just sit down and sleep peacefully because the Slytherin Pack is weak in manpower, and that fucking nerd is in danger. Damn, why should I concern myself with that nerd? I even told her this afternoon that she shouldn’t attend the Gala Night. But why did I even tell her? She didn’t even fucking listen to me. Dammit!

“Wait, so you’re telling me that there are three different conspiracies at play and none of them realize it? Aiden thinks Alice and Yasmin are helping him, but they are actually helping themselves and using Aiden to achieve their goals. Oliver is on a rampage and has been secretly a homicidal psychopath waiting for his chance to spring out. Do you realize how messed up these sounds?” Dark Sister doesn’t respond directly. She looks around her realm and then back to Frankie. “Because you’re a resurrected twenty-year-old female who had her wolf killed off at sixteen to trick her into marriage and is currently in my Dark realm, surrounded by tainted wolves. That makes sense to you, but the other

“You’re in support of this? Really?” Dante shrugs. “Seems like the best option we have now. We know how Tomaso is. He’s either going to double her security or send her back to…wherever he’s hidden her for twenty years. This is the only opening we have to get in.” I exhale a small breath. I was starting to think my idea was crazy, not that I’ve never done anything crazy, but hearing my team support me is a relief. I’m not the only crazy one.

The name struck me like a blow to the stomach. The Darkened were myths—rumors of a cadre of ancient fighters, once exiled from the realm, who practiced dark sorcery and flourished in disorder. It was claimed that they were the overlooked warriors of a conflict that had faded into history. Nobody understood their genuine desires, yet the tales were sufficient to instill fear in any rational individual. "You should never have crossed us, Kael," a voice echoed, smooth and eerie. It originated from one of the forms—a towering, authoritative figure who advanced, his visage concealed by a mask of solid obsidian. "The cost of betrayal is high."

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER FOUR JOHN PAUL'S POV .......................................................................................... After a while of tossing and thinking of what to say to me, she said: “My mother is sick and her condition isn’t good at all,” Her gloomy utterance triggered some tears, “I hate to think that she’d die and leave me alone in this crazy world,” she was moved to tears. " She normally go out to beg, a-and that how we feed. I havent seen her close to four days now, and am so worried" she narrated while tiny drops of tears, made it way out of her tear ducts.

he felt like it was some kind of memory. Everything had been so vivid. But how could that be..? "Darkness is coming!!" The sound replayed in his head. What could possibly happen? He was the most powerful of all other creatures! In strength and magic, in all of the seven seas, none could be compared! What darkness could possibly hurt him Or Zara . An intense stir of Possessiveness Territoriality. Obsession and........ he couldn't identify the last. It was foreign to him. All these rose up in him, spreading heat thrumming through his veins.

More aligned with the First Dark’s original beliefs. “I am Doubt,” it said. Its voice was heavy. Resigned. Certain of failure. “I am the piece that believes nothing is better. That believes existence is suffering. That believes erasure is mercy. And I will prove it. I will experience your precious existence. I will feel your claimed connection. I will understand your supposed meaning. And then I will report that everything you said was lies. Everything you promised was false. Everything you believe is wrong. And the First Dark will erase all existence. Will return everything to perfect peaceful nothing. Will end this failed experiment forever.”

Such a typical assumption or rather stereotype. “No no,” I laughed. “Just because I said the terms ‘Dark Arts’ and ‘Dead’ does not mean they are villains. Instead they are like eco-friendly dragons who reuse the energy of the dead for productive purposes and most of our revered Masters belong to this race,” I clarified. “What are the names of all the three races you mentioned? I think you didn’t mention them,” Dad Corwin said. He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point.