Darkest Disney Theories Novels & Stories

Dax insists. My stomach churns. How foolish does he believe me to be? He thinks this is about trying to get into Keo’s bed? I’ve heard Keo has cult like admirer’s, but this goes so much deeper than that. "So you're saying I'm only good enough for him to fuck?" I may even slap Dax right now, but I don’t want to risk being tied up here, unable to transport away. "That's not what I'm saying, Tove," he winced. "I'm saying no one as evil as him will likely have any interest in anything other than that."

But I can’t seem to think of one person, they had ended up being unable to handle the place and surrendered or they just die. The dungeons in our pack, are in the worst conditions and in extreme darkness, I would not wish on anyone including my enemy, I am scared of the dark, that’s like the only real thing I can say I am scared off, well apart from the Lycan King whom nobody has ever truly seen before, a very old man with a big round belly he had been known with and who is always angry, and derives pleasure in killing slaves and making people suffer, so it has been said by people who have heard about him and served him “ Hmmff ! I will choose the dungeon ten times over “ I thought out loud

I could feel my legs getting weak and I just wanted to curl up into a ball. “The monster is the souls of all the dark magic users who were killed by the past ruler of the country. They had a dream one day about losing all their power because of someone with dark magic so they decided to kill anyone with dark magic who lived in their kingdom. But that wasn’t enough for them. They were nervous about losing their throne so they decided to send their knights out of the kingdom to kill anyone who had dark magic.” Fox's voice was slowly disappearing in the background as I started to see images in my head of people being killed in different ways.

"That's now what I'm trying to say, Heiress. But we can't manipulate something so obvious. It would be a miracle to save Alpha Luci-" "Why is Dark Power considered evil?" I turned my head to look at the young man seated at the other end of the table. He pushed his glasses to his nose, and stared at the old attorney. He cleared his voice. "Because no one can control the power of the Dark Spell." "How do you know? Have you tried using it?" "WHAT?! What kind of lunacy are you talking about? I would never dare to commit such grave crime, and so as many others." He smirked. "Exactly. The reason why the Dark Spell is considered a forbidden art is because werewolves fear the power it possesses," he

His gaze met mine, acknowledging that he was discussing me. “So what? Tomorrow you’ll get married as proof that you are the Alpha worthy of standing beside her? If it’s about strength to defeat the Dark Lord, she should choose me instead.” Alastair pulled a cigarette box from his robe pocket and lighten one with his black Zippo. “We don’t know where or who the Dark Lord truly is. We only know he has been moving his forces to create chaos and perform dark magic rituals. Perhaps what’s needed to defeat him is intelligence rather than brute strength,” Romero countered Alastair’s opinion.

He says and his words give me goosebumps. “That sounds ritualistic, are you sure the witches aren't behind this?” I asked him. “That's what I thought at first, but a witch isn't strong enough to do that much damage; it might be a witch working with a wolf or some wolves, or it might just be the wolves trying to blame the witches, so they can insight another war. I have a lot of theories, and luckily for me, I can find out if any of them are right today.” He says with a very evil smirk on his face.

While most of the people seemed to believe in my words, or at least consider the possibility after all they had witnessed over the past couple of months, a smaller amount of people seemed to see a catch in everything. Some even said I am aiming to take over all of the packs and make them my slaves, just as I have done with the Black-moon pack. They think my power for healing and to stand above any Alpha’s order is something abnormal and has it’s source in dark magic, threatening our kind. They believe I am the true threat to them, not someone from the outside. Or that I am instrumentalised by the witches. There are many theories, and to be honest, I can’t really blame them. Some people first

I rolled my eyes at him and passed him my plate. “I was thinking, Dawn of the Dead,” Kate replied. I gasped; is she kidding me? “No way! I’m not watching that, it’ll scare the crap out of me!” I cried, horrified at the thought of watching a zombie movie. They made me so scared that I couldn’t be alone for days afterwards; I had to pee with the bathroom door open for goodness sake! I could hear her chuckling. “Please, Amby? I really want to see it,” she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now.

“What can you tell us about this Dark Sovereign? How do we prepare for someone of their caliber?” Brian spread out a series of documents and ancient texts on the large table in the command center. “The Dark Sovereign is described as a primordial being, a force of darkness that predates even the current magical systems. They’re said to possess the ability to manipulate shadows and dark energy on a grand scale. To combat them, we need to understand their weaknesses and find a way to counteract their influence.” Harley leaned in, studying the documents. “Are there any specific weaknesses or vulnerabilities mentioned? Anything we can exploit?”

“This proves to you what we’ve been trying to tell you: the dark whims are hiding. You know how this works. No matter what, we can always find even a tiny speck of it floating around, on a trunk or a leaf, or even in between the crack of a rock.” Shit, he’s right again. Goddamn his smart mind! “Something isn’t right, Keithen,” pleaded Ellis. “The world isn’t quite that perfect a place to live in.” “So you’re saying that ALL the dark whims, big and small, have gathered somewhere. Or in someone.” I kneaded my forehead, trying hard to dismiss my responsibility from all of this. “Yes.” Magnus sighed. “We have a theory.” I removed my hand and looked hard at him. “What is it?”