Darkest Disney Theories Novels & Stories

Chapter 330 Ellie I have a theory about darkness. There are different types of darkness does the darkness that we are Led into and then there is the darkness that is within us because through every good there is bad and very bad there is good so that in turn creates a balance if they are young fairy however there is the darkness within ourselves that we need to get comfortable with because if you are not comfortable with your own darkness how else are you ever going to get comfortable with the light .

DIANA “No... no, this has to be a mistake!” Lisa screamed. She started shaking her head violently, her eyes wide with terror as she looked at the scroll in mother’s trembling hands. “What is the Supreme King thinking? Out of all the princes, why him? Why the Dark Prince?!” She grabbed my hands, her fingers digging deep into my skin.“Diana, he has killed every single woman that has ever gone close to him! Everyone knows it! He’s a monster who killed his own mother when he was just ten years old!”

I went on as I heard the reporter on the screen scream for the hundredth time since we left the castle. “Hm,” he grunted. “Most seem to think it was some kind of optical illusion caused by the smoke and fire, or perhaps some kind of trick. Others are talking about a glitch in the matrix.” I laughed. “Conspiracy theorists are my favourite.” “So they’ll believe we live in some kind of virtually constructed world, but not that werewolves exist?”

“But talk fast, because I’m sleepy.” “Yes, highness,” he murmurs. “So, the God of Darkness, as we all know, is…obsessed with your Grandmother. In some tellings of the mythology they’re mates, in others they’re just like…magnets, both drawn to each other or opposed inevitably according to whichever pole of the magnet they’ve got turned towards each other at the time.” I nod, weirdly understanding this and considering that for the past few hundred years or so – if not thousands – those poles have been stridently opposed.

I looked at my husband and said, “So… any bright ideas or theories?” Sebastian sighed, a hand on his forehead with his elbow propped at the armrest of the chair. He looks just as bummed out as me. Keldor's report was a big thing but at the same time, a dead end. We're not sure what exactly it is we are tracing and this just complicated the already complicated matters at hand. “Has she had any history of dabbling with dark magic?” He asked me, “That's the only explanation I could think about. The description matches what dark forces usually are.”

They were basically rich and spoilt. Nolan had always been a terrible person until he met Kyla. When Kyla died, he became worse. He didn't even need Sasha and serenity anymore. He didn't need anyone in his life. He didn't even want to live anymore. He blamed himself over and over. Now, he doesn't even feel anything anymore. Kyla's death turned him Into a dark, heartless man. He doesn't even have a heart anymore. He doesn't smile, he doesn't give a shit about anyone, he just lives because he feels like hurting others the same way he hurts. Making them feel the hurt he felt and still feels, seemed like a way of paying life back through the pain of others.

He carried me again as if I weighed nothing, then leaned close to my ear, his whisper sending destructive shivers through my trembling body. He said in a low... deep... dangerous voice. “You need to drink that damn thing every day if you’re going to make me your target like this... mamacita.” My eyes locked with his. That darkness drowning inside his gaze was pulling me toward him with deadly slowness. I whispered unconsciously. “Your eyes are dark and bright at the same time.” He started walking with me toward the shore without breaking eye contact between us. “And you... your eyes are burning and extinguished at the same time.”

"But I don't want to." "Well, let's think of what the best-case scenarios are," you said. "If the worst case is her trying to get you to try gay stuff, the best case is...?" "She wants me to show I'm better than this other guy?" Mosche asked. "That could be it," you nodded. "Or maybe she wants a threesome?" Mosche screwed up his face, then got thoughtful, then suspicious. "I dunno if I'm ready for that." "Hey, I don't know if I would be either. A Devil's Threesome is way different than the kind I was having."

Living the life of a trickster is always fun and funny, There is something off with this Dark Trinity of a thing, I have heard so many things about them and with this my Current book that I stole from the Enchantors. The Dark Trinity are said to be an Unstoppable force that gave Time the Creator an Headache, They literally burned down worlds and Wrapping realities and that feels good, Having their powers will make me unstoppable. I just want to be a destroyer of realms and lives, An Ultimate judge who loves ruining peoples lives with happiness, Sometimes half of me wish to burn down this world but the other half keeps of Deceiving me.

“But not for long. I want to break her. I want to turn her darker than any witch to walk the earth—darker than us.” The room fell silent, my brothers’ expressions shifting from confusion to intrigue, and then to skepticism. “You think you can just turn her?” The youngest brother Dante asked, crossing his arms. “What makes you think she’ll obey you?” “Because I’ll make her,” I replied, my determination solidifying. “And if she resists?” Leon challenged, his voice dripping with doubt.