The Grisha Diaries (A Darklina Fanfic)
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  • Reads 7,360
  • Votes 165
  • Parts 18
  • Time 4h 25m
Ongoing, First published Jul 09, 2022
A Darklina story starting with an alternate ending to Ruin and Rising. 

After the events on the Shadow Fold, Alina hid Aleksander's body in an unmarked grave as he wished. A year later, her and Mal are living a simple life in Kerazmin as Alina grapples with the loss of her powers and having achieved her purpose before reaching adulthood. Meanwhile, the Grisha have started to create their own settlement in the area of the Fold, Shu Han and Fjerda remain threats at large, and the Darkling may not be as dead as expected. 

A story about the impossibility of maintaining happiness without struggle, the risk-reward ratio of desire, and the nature of equality.

"To the ends of the earth is all Mal could love me as he was constrained by his humanity. But, I am the light and he the darkness. Not even the universe could constrain us."

I DO NOT own ANY of the Characters or the Grisha Universe AT ALL. All credit goes to Leigh Bardugo.
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༶•┈┈ ♛ ┈┈•༶ "You really want me to shy away like I used to? Like your little mouse?" I pierce him with every word. The Darkling stares back and for a while the only thing that moves in the room are the shadows. "Alina, you misunderstand me. I have waited centuries for someone like you. Centuries, Alina, alone. I do not need to answer your question. You know what I want." Please don't say it, I think. "I want you to be my Queen, Alina." He pushes off from his chair and I shiver in my seat as he pauses by my side. The Darkling's hands find my chin and he holds my head tenderly with both hands. My power sparks at his touch like fire to kindling and I have to clench a hand in my dress skirt to keep control. He makes sure my gaze is entirely on him when he says, "And you know you will." I shake underneath the pressure of his words and he strokes my chin to calm me. Fine, but he has no idea what he is asking for. I shall be a queen, but not his. And he will regret the day he forced me back at his side like a dog. Aleksander, I think, bow. ༶•┈┈ ♛ ┈┈•༶ It starts with burst of light, like it did in the beginning. Every time a Sun Summoner dies, there is a burst of light. With every flashing death, Alina can feel a strong hum of power return to her. Fearing the loss of her new life, she sets out on a mission to the Little Palace with hopes her old friends could help her. Little does Alina know, a familiar shadow sits on the throne of Grisha. As a whirlwind of events sets her right back on square one, Alina makes a vital decision to change everything. Still, she finds herself teetering in the edge of letting the Darkling and her powers swallow her up. The Sun Summoner has grown and she can no longer be a saint. She has to be a queen. ༶•┈┈ ♛ ┈┈•༶ This is a Grisha trilogy fanfiction that takes place after Ruin and Rising. All rights belong to Leigh Bardugo. VERY SLOW BURN Darklina!
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