🌙---⭐---🌙---⭐---🌙---⭐---🌙---⭐---🌙--- ⭐---🌙---⭐---🌙 "When i first met you i thought you were cruel." "I am" "Not to me" 🌙⭐️🌙⭐️🌙⭐️🌙⭐️🌙⭐️🌙⭐️🌙⭐️🌙⭐️🌙⭐️ "I'd rather have you hating me than not have you at all." "How is it possible that it feels like you are breaking my heart, and i haven't even had yours yet?" "Sometimes, as much as we want something, we aren't meant to have it." "And Maybe in the end, I was meant to be alone" 🌙---⭐---🌙---⭐---🌙---⭐---🌙---⭐---🌙--- ⭐---🌙---⭐---🌙

Book 1 of the heart series ~ You are mine, for eternity, I shall tie you with my soul forever ~ After centuries of waiting, Finally..... He have found his soulmate ___________________________ " I've dream about you for so long, seeing you now i can't let you go" "I could give you the world, made you the queen for them to bow" " the only thing i ask, is for you to be mine" " Your name sounds with love and warmth shall always be my favorite idiom"

Alina and The Darkling always felt a connection, in a way Alina never felt with Mal. What happens when she follows her heart, not her mind?

[DARKLINA OMEGAVERSE AU] Alina's eyes went wide as she felt his tongue invade her mouth, fighting for space, commanding it. As he devoured her with his mouth, his fascinating Alpha scent overwhelmed her, making her thoughts stop. She had never felt this way kissing Nikolai, even though he was her mate... "How dare you..." she gasped breathlessly, leaning away from him. "You had no right to touch me, I'm your queen-" "A queen who kissed me back. I know you've been feeling the same way I feel about you. I know you sense our connection, the thread that binds us..." "I am Nikolai's mate... There can be no connection between you and me..." Kirigan's smirk deepened. "Make sure that when you tell him about what I did you don't forget to mention this." or, After the death of Alexander III, King of Ravka, the throne is succeeded by his second son, Nikolai Lantsov who marries and mates the Sun Summoner Alina Starkov to strengthen his claim. While enjoying the first few weeks of their peace-filled marriage in the Grand Palace , Nikolai and Alina receive an unexpected guest - General Kirigan, leader of the Second Army who comes to warn them of supposed danger to the kingdom. In truth, Kirigan wants two things: the throne and the Sun Summoner. He is ready to do anything in his power to get them both.

Alina has known since she was young that her soulmate was centuries older than her, had been known by many different names but she always knew one thing for sure he was the Darkling. The only one in Ravka, the only one that had ever been in Ravka. So she prepared for the one day she would meet him knowing that she would always be so much younger & less experienced than him. Along with her brother in all but blood, Mal, they would join the First Army together both knowing eventually they would meet their soulmates along the way.

Events are happening after season 2 (includes some scenes from 8 episode). I like an idea of dark Alina or morally grey. This story is about how I would like to see further events. How Alina will walk the Darkling's path, and understand all his words. How she will accept herself, and her love to him. P.S. If you read my story "The light behind the darkness", you may know how much I love Darklina. And after his disappointing death in the series, I have an inspiration to write new one about them.

Alina Starkova was never an orphan. Discovered by Grisha examiners in the valley of Dva Stolba when she is nine years old, she is taken from her troubled family and grows up in the Little Palace as the Darkling's protege. Alina is forever caught between the expectations of powerful men; the pressure of being a Sun Summoner, Sankta and the Black General's little pet tears her in every direction. Perhaps no surprise, then, that she grows up troubled and rebellious. With a hatred for being controlled, a fierce temper, a knack for seeing through lies, and the power of a god in the palm of her hand, Alina is hardly the pawn, saint or consort everyone seems to want her to be. She does not care; her life is her own, and she won't let anyone change that. (or in other words, I get sick of Alina not making a single meaningful decision for herself. Imagine a Sun Summoner at full strength, politically savvy, yet determined to be a rebel without a cause) * The girl who many knew as Sankta Alina was sprawled out on her bed, dead drunk. She had been dumped there unceremoniously by the oprichniki who had the delightful job of hauling her back from a gambling den in the outer city. Her hair was a birdsnest, fanning out around her head. There was blood on her knuckles and dirt on her face. Her dress was that of a commoner, and none too modest either. The Darkling frowned as he took in the low neckline and rather tight long skirts. Not that he didn't appreciate the shape of her, but he hated the idea that lesser men had been gawping at her all night, not realising who exactly stood before them. "Alina," His voice was sharp, causing her eyes to blearily blink open. The sight of him seemed to sober the girl up somewhat, but not nearly enough. She groaned immediately, hand moving to cover her eyes. "Go away," She was the only one who dared speak to him with such little respect. The Darkling's eyes narrowed.

What if Baghra's motives for separating Aleksander and Alina were more sinister? I'd never meant to get this caught up in her. She was just suppose to be a means to an end, and perhaps a companion for eternity. Perhaps I'd have loved her eventually but I had assumed it would take years for that to happen. Not mere moments. I was doomed from the start. I'd had plans for the Sun Summoner for hundreds of years. How to control her, to use her against our enemies and yet... that all seemed to disappear when she finally came into my life. I'd never understood the concept of soulmates until her. Alina Starkov. My Sun Summoner. My equal. My other half. I never realized how much of myself was missing until she had been quiet literally dragged into my life.

"Don't let me be alone," he murmured. His head dripping heavy into the weight of my lap. For the first time Alina felt like she saw him. Not the darkling, or the black heretic. Not the roles he had forced him self to play, not the narrative that had for-written him as the villain. But the young-brilliant, blessed young soul who only wanted to make friends, who had been told he would outlive life its self. She saw the scared, boy, who was as afraid of the dark as she was. Her hands made soothing circles over his back and she pulled him closer letting her head fall down to his. She felt the beating of his heart slow, the warmth fading. Leaning close, whispering tentatively into his ear. "Your not the villain in my narrative, Alexander," her breath shuddered, the tears forcing her voice to break "Your not alone, I will mourn you even when the world rejoices in your absence. I will feel the space you filled in my soul. Your not the villain, Alexander. " She never felt his chest rise again. What if Ruin & Rising ended differently? What would happen when the darkling showed up in Rule of Wolves? This is my rewrite where Alina can actually express emotions.

A year after Alina Starkov tears down the Shadow Fold, she is finally able to settle into her peaceful life. There is no more war with Ravka. The Darkling, once her enemy, is now a loyal, protective husband, and a father to their adoptive daughter, Amelia. But all things must end. The Sun Summoner learns that a time of peace can become a time of chaos and upheaval in the blink of an eye. As quickly as one war ends, another can emerge. Alina must protect her country as Queen while making sure that the Darkling doesn't revert to his old villainous self, or else all they have built will come crashing down. This is a sequel to The True Saint, but can be read separately. The world is based off of the Shadow & Bone Netflix series/ books by Leigh Bardugo. Book cover art by: misticarts on tumblr ________ |PREVIEW| ------------- The Darkling raises his hand in a motion I know all too well. Behind him, a monster ten feet tall, made of shadow, forms in a menacing stance, ready to carry out his silent orders. I thought I had seen the last of his nichevo'ya a long time ago when we were on opposing sides of the war. I shake my head. "No. No, what are you doing? Wait!" I send the Cut barrelling at the monster. It dissociates into nothing only for another one to take its place. Again, I send the Cut through the abomination, but it was only a diversion. Another one forms behind me, capturing my arms to prevent me from summoning. It holds me above the ground. I kick and scream, but it covers my mouth with its long, slender arm, the other holding me securely to its chest. My breath is labored as I use all of my strength to fight it. It is futile. The Darkling approaches me, stroking his fingers across my cheek as a way to comfort me. It is hard, however, to comfort someone if you are the cause of the distress. "I will do anything in my power to protect you, my Dear Alina. Anything."