Naruto Controls Darkness Fanfiction Novels & Stories

With trembling hands, she cupped his cheek. "You have to compress it!", she said anxiously. "Make it smaller!" With great difficulty, he knitted his brows. His body didn't want to respond to him anymore, like the darkness was blocking him out. Suddenly, panic raised in him. He had seen what the darkness could do. Was it turning against him now? Would he die? "Come on, dear!", his aunt urged again. "You're strong, so you have to fight it!" He tried to follow what his aunt said. Compress it, compress... but the darkness was wild, unruly. It didn't want to be caged. It took all his afford to keep it under control. Sweat collected on his forehead. What damn dangerous darkness!

I climbed over the bed and started sneaking up on Anika from behind while her full attention was focused on the dark one. - What are you doing? Quickly to the room! “Shut up and distract her,” I answered him calmly, but in my soul I was a whole hurricane. I summoned the darkness and sent it to my hand. The main thing is that Aiden doesn't notice. “Hey, you,” I called the dark one, standing right behind her. Anika abruptly turned around and received a savory slap from me with a particle of darkness. For a moment, her blackened eyes cleared, and she, clutching her burning cheek, lost consciousness.

“Look at yourself, Gregor. All your plans, all your schemes. And for what? To end up here, in the hands of the very thing you thought you could rule.” She lets out a low, humorless laugh, the sound echoing in this small cell. “That darkness you tried so hard to wield? It isn’t in your hands. It’s in mine.” Her grip tightens, and I can hear the faint sound of his skin tearing further under her claws. “I am the mistress of this darkness. Not you. Never you. You’re nothing. And now, you’re left with nothing.”

“I understand that you’ve been manipulating us, tearing apart our world for your own gain. And I’m done letting you have control.” The mastermind’s eyes narrowed, and they raised a hand, summoning a wave of energy that crackled with dark lightning. “Then you’re a fool,” they snapped. “You can’t control that power. It will destroy you, just like it’s destroyed everyone who’s tried to wield it before.” I gritted my teeth, feeling the darkness inside me pulse with anger. I knew they were right—I could feel the power slipping, my control fraying at the edges. But I couldn’t stop now. I wouldn’t.

The Darkness pushed as I clenched my fist, closed my eyes, and began to hum, using the humming to block out the voice of the Darkness and focus my intention on blocking out the Darkness's ploy. The Darkness's voice, a persistent whisper, echoed in the depths of my mind. It promised it threatened, it persuaded, but I remained steadfast. I knew its true intentions, its insatiable hunger for power and souls. My twins were innocent, mere infants, and I would protect them at all costs.

The shadows around her hand dissolved, melting into the night as if they had never existed. When she opened her eyes, Lilith was smiling at her with approval. "You learn quickly," Lilith said, her tone both encouraging and calculating. "But control is just the first step. The darkness is a tool, a weapon. You must learn to wield it with precision." Lilith spent the next few hours guiding Esteria through various exercises. They moved from simple manipulation of shadows to more complex tasks—like creating illusions from the darkness, bending light to their will, and even using the darkness to shield herself from harm. With each exercise, Esteria felt the bond with the darkness grow stronger, m

“You have to let it in.” The room seemed to stop. Lucian’s face went darker. “Hell no.” Ewen’s voice was cold. “You're giving her a death wish Victor shook his head. “Not if she controls it.” Soren ran his hand through his hair, his voice upset. “You’re saying she just, lets the darkness take her over? That she rolls out the welcome mat?” Victor nodded. “That is exactly what I am saying. And then, she has to force it. Order it to be hers and only hers.”

I screamed too. But I didn’t run like I did before. I was done running from myself. The only way to gain control of my powers was to fight, to win the battle against darkness. I was afraid of it once, not anymore. I planted my feet and pushed back. Light ignited in my chest. It wasn’t blinding, or wild, it was steady. It burned through the darkness like fire burning through frost. “You don’t get to decide for me anymore,” I shouted. “You don’t get to control my pain.”

I panted, brushing down my bloodied hands into the brown waist coat and the wide-legged pants that hung off my hips when I shifted back into my human. “I think i’ve seen enough. You entered the fortress infected? I should cut you down where you stand.” He said, as if commenting on the weather. Ronan was a smart man. We both knew he wouldn't challenge me in a fight. Not with the adrenaline The Darkness gave firing up my nerves like crack. I heaved a sigh of frustration, tearing my fingers through my hair and wishing this was all just another fucking nightmare. “You should tell Dante,”

Yet the truth pressed against me with undeniable weight because the forest and the Beast and my own power wanted recognition and wanted release and I had awakened it and I could not put it back to sleep and I could not hide from the darkness that had been waiting for me since before I was born. "Control is a word of the weak and it is a word of the wolves who wrote the old laws because they were afraid of the power that they could not control and they were afraid of the wolves who carried the sleeping flame and they were afraid of the darkness that would rise when the light that they buried finally woke," it said and its tone shifted from seductive to solemn and it was cold and infinite and