Once Upon A Time Emma As The Dark One Mga Nobela at Kwento

He said I sat up straighter, brows raised. “The information?” “Yes Alpha, in there is everything you need to know about Emma. Who she is, where she’s from, what she’s running from and who she was mated to.” I paused at the last part, frowning. Mated?” “Not exactly. He rejected her before the bond could manifest.” He said. “What?” Tobias nodded again. “I had the guards look into it. And I’m afraid it’s just like we suspected.” He paused. “She’s from the Blood Moon pack.”

The conspiracy was clever, designed to exploit both human weakness and lingering supernatural energy, yet every subtle intervention he made reinforced ethical decision-making and moral responsibility. At one point, the supernatural remnants manifested directly in the main hall. A shadowy figure, fluid and malevolent, flickered with traces of Sipho’s essence. Its voice hissed through the room: You cannot control this. The empire and the mansion belong to darkness. Yield, and it will be easier.

Her focus found Emma. She saw her mother through the eyes of one of the royal guards. Samara moved. Not fast, perfectly. The witch sacrificed a vast portion of her own essence without hesitation. Dark energy poured from her body like black blood, gathering into a single point before her outstretched hand. The shadows condensed, compressed. Forged into a spear of absolute darkness. Time slowed. Emma was exhausted. Maintaining the protective barrier around her companions had drained too much of her strength. She turned— Just a fraction too late.

The glow was faint but unmistakable, a soft pulse that resonated with my mother’s Seal, which hung around her neck and shimmered blue. Derek’s hand found my shoulder, grounding me as he often did when the enormity of my role threatened to overwhelm me. "That’s why they fear you, Emma," he said quietly. "Your hybrid nature is proof of what they tried to suppress. You’re the embodiment of what could have been… what should have been."

“Please, Alpha. This isn’t peace. This is control with a longer chain. This is a collar, and they’re demanding you hand them the end of it so they can yank on it whenever they feel like it.” Emmeline’s fingers, which had been resting on the edge of the parchment, clenched. The paper crumpled in her fist, the crisp sound unnaturally loud in the silence. Her eyes, when she looked at me, were terrifying. They were the eyes of the wolf, the mother, the Luna who had tasted war and was not afraid to go back. “We say no,” she said. It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a declaration.

"Now." But it was too late. The dark energy had reached a critical point, and Emilia felt herself being consumed by it. "Liam!" Emilia shouted, her voice barely above a whisper. Liam's eyes locked on hers, and Emilia saw a flicker of fear there. "Emilia, no!" Liam shouted. But it was too late. Emilia felt herself being pulled into the darkness, and she knew that she was in grave danger. As the darkness closed in around her, Emilia heard a voice. It was a voice that she had heard before, a voice that seemed to be calling to her.

The company still has lots of enemies behind the scenes, since the president has lots of enemies, to begin with. The president made a pact with the darkness, the underworld where evil reigns above all. His allegations against the Tamara Family invite lots of the villains to come for the president’s head. The Tamara family is also influential in the underworld, proven by the hitmen and mercenaries they hired to kill the president.

She cannot recognize who it was at first, not until it utters its first word. “Esmeralda,” then it paused for a moment and removed the hood over its head. Flashback of memories has started in her mind. She remembers how she cast a spell to communicate with the Dark one. It all came back to her. “Augustus, source of all the dark magic in the world, the one who was consumed by his greed of power and immortality, the one who considers himself the devil.” She then moved a little backward. “Did you really think you can escape me? How did it come to your mind that you can hide from me forever?” The Dark One started laughing in a creepy manner.

A few months ago when Anna’s brother took the throne of Ezealyra, Anna had sent him a message to him in secret that she is still looking for Ras. “Listen to me carefully, Sir Timur,” Anna says in a hushed tone. “The Dark One is here. In Faika.” “Dark One?” Timur blinks in confusion. “Who-” “The person behind our parents’ deaths,” Anna replies bitterly. “He is here and is planning something but I cannot find him anywhere! Moreover, the Emperor and Empress are also up to no good. Especially the Empress. Tell my brother that she is not to be trusted. She is manipulating the Emperor and I am sure that she will try to meddle in the foreing affairs as well. The Empress is going to start a war if n

They also understand because Callum has announced that Emma is Callum's woman who will likely be used as Luna in the Darkmoon Pack, who will become Callum's mate. "I want you right now, Emma." Emma turned and glared. "Seriously, we just did this morning." she snorted. "You know, when I'm close to you, I'm always excited. You're like an addiction." "Don't make excuses, Cal. It's almost noon; you have nothing to do but make out with me?" "I'm an Alpha here. What should I do? Do you want me to chop wood, find grass, or do you want me to plough the fields?"