Sailor Moon Dark Kingdom Novels & Stories

Draco further added, hearing which both twinzaj brother shared a look “I don’t think that’s good idea…” Oceano replied “Why not…?”Draco questioned them both “Because ruler of Kingdom Thezmaer is more ruthless and powerful than you can imagine…. their army is stronger in number and strength… what worst is they are known for their skill in all sort of dark magic and spell casting… this was the tactic they used to overpower and conquest Kingdom Tranvile… further they even openly sacrificed old king and queen of Kingdom Tranvile by feeding them to hungry pack of snakes… who as per them are descendent of evil…” Damon replied while Draco tentatively listened to his words

So that’s how it works. Our problem now is how to take down that tower and save those souls they abducted. I heaved a deep sigh. I closed my eyes and held my celestial weapon firmly. “Dark Celestial-Divine Magic: Thousands Dark Knights!” I uttered, releasing a myriad of my dark warriors, though, it is slowly consuming my mana. A big black magic circle materialized just above the tower then thousands of soldiers wearing heavy armors and riding on black Pegasus rained from the sky. I ordered them to help my comrades destroy the tower. They followed me immediately and charged to the gigantic building. The whole place was filled with the defeaning sound of collision of swords and metals.

“You mustn’t take her to the palace. The Queen you’re going to see — she isn’t Belle.” Zander frowned. “What are you talking about?” “She’s dead,” I choked out. “Belles gone. The woman ruling the Kingdom isn’t her. She’s the Dark Witch — Morana. She’s waiting for Aurora.” The energy in the spell flared painfully. My reflection flickered; the water hissed. I could feel Morana’s presence turning toward me, sensing the betrayal through the bond she had branded into my blood. “Elle, what are you saying?” Rowan demanded. “What do you mean waiting?”

What fantastical narrative is this? "According to the sorceress's far-sighted visions of the future, the Dark King is not of this world. He is a werewolf from another realm. Should he win the Moon Goddess' battle, he'll gain the power to open a portal to his world, which could unleash catastrophic consequences on our planet. That's why the Dark King must perish at any cost," Howard explained, his resolve clear. "I will not release the antidote, no matter what."

I raised my eyebrows at him and within seconds, the weak crying Laura was replaced with the one who wasn't scared of a fight, even if it's against certain dark lord "I need a specific price, so I can know how much I'm going to pay back," I replied, my voice shaky and knowing fully well that I have no means of paying him back, I was supposed to pay Antonio back but where did that lead me, in the clutches of a man who people call the dark lord. "The point is…. isn't what I bought you with but the fact that you'll be mine till I say otherwise."

They were glowing with a dark, oily light. "With what power?" Selene laughed. "The Dark Sovereign energy is eating you from the inside out. Every second you hold that child, you get weaker. Give him up, and I might let you live as my servant." "I'd rather burn," I said. I didn't use a sword. I didn't use a shield. I let the darkness inside me explode. I stopped fighting the poison and let it take over. A wave of black shadow blasted outward, shattering the ice and throwing Jaxon and his warriors back into the mist.

Captain Adrien ran to his side “Your Majesty, the wards are failing! They’re not just shadows, they carry corruption. Our flame-born cannot even touch them without being burned.” Alistair gritted his teeth, looking up at the swirling vortex above “I just received word from Caroline, the Silver knights are on their way here, they will surely have a way to handle this. We just need to hold on till they reach here, we cant lose hope, our people need us.” …. In the Kingdom of Dreadmoor… This place was not just attacked by the creature coming from the vortex but also by the follower of Kal, the dark knights, who had been in hiding and waiting for their Master to return.

Well, it’s probably obvious to someone who’s been abandoned that a reminder about such an event was a trigger to a much painful breath than death. “Be prepared—” Dark’s voice was deep, groveling, as though it had been pulled from the depth of the ocean, and was echoed by a menacing tone that made it look as though two people were speaking. “—to die!” The mistress laughed as Dark charged blindly. The flames of his darkness lashing toward her as though some kind of lasso whipping in the air, but, as usual, she managed to annihilate it with a wave of her hand. She was the propagator of the Sylvania’s strength and has, thus, full immunity to it.