Novel & Cerita Naruto Controls Darkness Fanfiction

“As I speak now, your parents are on their way to earth. Today’s when I surrender my darkness with Lucifer. He’d take it and you get what you want.” “You will do no such thing!” she suddenly screamed with streams of tears gushing down her face. Her fangs elongated and her eyes reddened, with her hands on the sides of her head, like in distress. What was happening to her? “Maya? Maya!” My eyes froze as a ringlet of water, splattered from her hands. “You were supposed to consult me, baby…” she trailed. “Y-You have no idea what you’ve done.” The room trembled drastically, erupting as if an earthquake was coming. I controlled it with my darkness, wondering where that came from. My pupils dilated

They orbited towards Dain, so thick and dense that after a few seconds, all I could see were the starry expanse of his eyes, and the whiteness of his teeth. “Darkness, capital ‘D,’ and darkness, lowercase, are two very different things.” He explained, not at all fazed by my mistake. A flutter began low in my stomach as I settled into the armchair, nestling in the blanket that smelled strongly of Dain. How easy it felt sitting here with him. So easy that it wouldn’t be hard to picture this as my room, his bed as our bed. I shook the tempting thoughts from my head, covering my torment with curiosity. “The Darkness and the White Bull are one in the same, manifestations of the purest form of evi

Never gave up when her close ones turned against her. It's not in her blood to give up. She didn't dabble in dark arts to stumble at the first hurdle. Her tenacity has landed her in this kingdom, a lover to HIM, who is as greedy as her if not more for power. It was easy to pull his strings once she laid the plans, but her weakened state on the eclipse has stretched her power thin, collapsing the illusion she created for HIM. HE entered the room, one hand holding a wine glass filled to the brim with red liquid. He smirked as his eyes roved over her naked glory.

Zerena screams in absolute fury, launching a shadow straight at him. "Over my dead body!" She yells. The shadows don't reach him as he sucks the darkness out of them, but then Zerena pulls it right back into them and they hit him in the leg. He looks at her stunned for a moment. "I've learned to control the darkness while you've been gone. I've become stronger without you meddling." She pushed another shadow towards him, but he set the ceiling on fire, tearing wood down and letting the burning pieces fall around us. Kiran sucked the fire out of the falling pieces of wood. He then threw a fireball at Alester, but he caught it with a smile.

"How amusing. Little did you know, Luna, that I would be awaiting your arrival." Luna's gaze hardened, her voice steady despite the rising tension. "You may have succumbed to the darkness, Darius, but we will not let it consume us. We stand together, united against your malevolence." Darius let out a cruel laugh that sent shivers down Amelia's spine. "Oh, how sweet. Young love, so naive and easily manipulated. But you see, my dear Luna, love is a weakness, a vulnerability that will be your downfall." A wave of darkness surged from Darius, engulfing the entire room. Amelia and Lycan clung to each other, fighting against the suffocating darkness threatening to consume their spirits.

“Then lose control, Damian. Let go.” His hips bunch into me so hard I moan into his mouth. My hands slam into his chest to hold myself steady as I ride him harder. He meets me thrust for thrust, deeper every time, and I cry out, nails digging into his chest. “You love this, don’t you?” He growls. “You like being in control when I’m still sore. When I can freely move.” “Yes,” I pant, “yes, oh yes, I love it. To ruin you.”

To end him. I could do it. Right there. Strip away the obstacle and take what was mine. But I didn’t. I forced the darkness back down. Took every ounce of control I had to keep it beneath the surface. Because if I let it out—if I became that version of myself—then he’d be right. And I wasn’t ready to lose that fight. Not yet.

A growl of triumph escaped my throat. Lucien’s eyes glinted. “Better. But still weak.” He stepped closer, shadows flowing from him like a second skin. “You think pain makes you stronger? Pain is nothing. Control is everything. If you cannot master the shadows, they will master you.” The words struck deep, because I could feel it—the pull of the darkness. Every time I called it, it whispered promises: power, vengeance, freedom. It wanted more of me. I gritted my teeth. “Then teach me control.”

Sipho whispered, voice low, silk over steel, “the Hunger is not idle. It is patient… but it is also relentless. One day, one of you will falter. One will yield. And one… may awaken beyond my control. That… is the one the Darkness watches most closely.” He turned to the youngest child, and the tendrils of the Dark leaned forward, coiling in anticipation. The aura around the child pulsed faintly, subtle but undeniable. Sipho felt it tug at the edge of his own control, and for the first time, unease curled inside him like a living thing. The child could bend it. Could claim it. Could surpass me.