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."

"Crowns topple easily. Thrones crumble like dust. Hearts cease to beat. Thorns draw blood." In a country torn into two, there should have been no room for mistakes. Especially not at the very core of the royal family. That was what she was. Yes, a Lantsov but a witch. Bloodletter. Grisha. In the darkness he longs for the country that had been his home for a great many years. A country that had branded him a heretic, a monster driven by greed, a traitor. Even in hiding, he yearns and yearns. For what, he did not know. But he soon will. A stain of red in an otherwise pristine white cloth. Either cut it out or cut yourself. ▪︎•▪︎•▪︎• The events of this book take place generations prior to Shadow and Bone. A few generations after the Fold was created. (Based on the books from the Grishaverse)

anastasia morozova has been on the run for centuries. running from her brother, her mother, the people who hunt her for simply being gifted and powerful. she's moved from place to place, never staying anywhere for more than a few years, lest anyone realize that she isn't aging at the normal, human rate. she's traveled the world under a false name, although, in most places--apart from fjerda, where her kind are still persecuted--the world has grown far kinder than it had been even decades ago. her migration brings her back to kerch, specifically its capital city, ketterdam, where crime runs rampant in the streets. where better for a girl--born only to bring down her brother--to hide than a city that harbors criminals, refugees, and people in her exact situation, those who desperately want to remain lost? in which the lady of shadows is hiding in plain sight, and the sharpshooter finds light in her darkness.

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.

・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･｡・゜゜・． I have written a few oneshots for our favorite Shadow and Bone Couple😁 Some of these oneshots will include: - Darkling and child Alina interactions if he had discovered her when she was younger - Darklina wedding - A few scenes from the Shadow and Bone series with the Darkling's perspective - Darklina Jealousy And more! Feel free to comment any requests and I will do my best to write them. ・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･｡・゜゜・． All credit for the world and characters goes to the amazing Leigh Bardugo. Oneshots created by me. ・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･｡・゜゜・．

What if Alina and The Darkling had gone further the night of the winter fate? What if they weren't interrupted until later? Alina is pregnant when she runs away from The Darkling with Mal, 9 months later while in Novyi Zem she gives birth to twins. Are the children grisha? What happens when the darkling finds them? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------DISCLAIMER MOST OF THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT OWNED BY ME BUT BY LEIGH BARDUGO THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FROM BOTH THE SHOW SHADOW AND BONE AND THE BOOKS FROM THE GRISHA TRILOGY

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.