Winx Club Dark Winx Novels & Stories

He glances over his shoulder at Dominic, motioning for him to speak. Dominic steps forward, clearing his throat. “A small group has formed to challenge the Alpha and this treaty. They call themselves the Red Claws. It seems their only goal is to cease the support of the peace treaty and you as their Luna. So far, they’re small, and still new. But I don’t doubt that their support will grow.”

This was my purpose, this was my strength. "Brax, if you can hear me," I whispered to the wind, "I will avenge you. I will protect them. Our love and your spirit will guide me. We will rise, stronger than ever." As the sun set, painting the sky with hues of gold and crimson, I knew that the journey ahead would be perilous. But with vengeance and love as my children's torches, nothing could stand in my way. This was just the beginning, and the world would soon know the name of Luna Wicken.

And if she had to destroy April and Isabella to make that happen, so be it. With one last look in the mirror, she turned and left the room, her heart set on her dark and twisted path. The Bloody Sinners Clan had no idea what was coming, but soon, they would all see just how far Amelia Earhart was willing to go to get what she wanted or become MRS AMELIA DARKCLAW......

after a day ' Shut up this witch is sexy' Astonished, Mars added, to be ignored by his owner, who stood in front of the concerned person and near him stands Ardina, who is wearing a nice white dress with styled hair decorated with some white roses as well. Zayn and his wolf were very impressed with her appearance “Oh, the Luna is here,” she said, greeting Ardina, with which she immediately reciprocated, “Welcome to our flock. I am the Luna Ardina.” Very gently she nodded to separate the red-haired hug, answering her with a beautiful smile " Before you is the most powerful of the witches in the most herds, his name is Naina." With some bragging, she welcomed to laugh, Ardina couldn't hold bac

And she needed to do so without waking him up. A flawless strategy. Probably. Moving so slow that an ancient century old tortoise would seem fast in comparison, she shifted towards Adrian while ensuring the bed won't make a noise. Estelle Winterbourne, the Former heiress of Silvervale. The Feral Wolf. The deadliest predator of the Silvervale mountains... Had now evolved into a suspicious blanket caterpillar. And she was absolutely determined to acquire that warmth. Not matter what...

Until she turned 18 and he began to slowly let her free of his protective love. If Dad was alive…but he wasn’t. “We are here ma’am.” She looked up at the building in front of her. Phoenix’s Claws was the name of the club, named after the moon goddess. She was the mother of all wolves. “Go find a place to park, Caleb. I’ll meet you.” “Yes, ma’am.”

He scoffs, finally looking at her, "Didn't wanna crush my heart? I was doing that so 'I' won't be crushing yours and Mason's heart." "Well Dad," she looks at him as well, "You suck at lying. I might believe you when I was five but I'm nine now. Nobody goes to witch school, this is not Winx Club." He's confused now, "What club?" "Winx club, Dad. A bunch of girls learning to be witches." "Oh," he nods, understanding what she said, "Is it like Harry Potter? Should I watch it?" "If you wanna be a witch, sure." She rolls her eyes when he narrows his eyes at her, "You're mocking me?"

I asked, still shaking, “Would you please go get her now?” He nodded his head and peaked his head out of the room, “Queen Winnie, will you come in here?” He walked back to my bed and laid beside me, holding me close, “She’s on her way.” Queen Winnie walked in, and smiled, “How are you feeling, sweetie?” I asked, “Queen Winnie, do you know a warlock named Richard Guidry?” She nodded, “He’s a power-hungry asshole. He will do whatever he can to get it.” I heard Aidinth growl as I told her, “He wants to make me his wife so that we can rule the entire dark magic realm together. He says that my power will add to his.”

Rowan I sit in my office overlooking the club. My one-way window allows me to watch the masses of people who crave to be seen, touched or used in whatever way previously consented. This is my dark side. The one very few people know about. I run a billion-dollar company during the day. On our monthly club weekends, I am part owner of the Hidden Chamber. An adult’s club for people needing to give or be controlled. BDSM and other depravities that may be frowned upon are welcome here.

"There is a way. Elena held a very specific spot at the club—a favorite among our regular clientele. But the real money, the kind of money that pays for top-tier oncologists and experimental treatments, isn't on the main stage." She leaned in closer towards me, "The club has a 'Private Tier.' It’s for the upper class—the top one percent. Men who don't want a show; they want an experience. They want someone fresh, someone with a story. If you’re willing to take your mother’s spot—not as a regular dancer, but as a protégé for the private suites—you could earn in a week what she earned in a year." "A week.." I whispered, that amount of money will save mom, pay our ongoing debts with the loan sh