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PAIRING: The Darkling / Aleksander Morozova x OC

WARNINGS: blood, violance, angst, hurt, paranoia, hinting at death, anxiety, panic attack, threatening, persecution

WORD COUNT: 1K

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Running, a term awfully familiar to the fleeing shadow. She knew this could mean her end and she was on her own.

No one helping. No one to cling to in her last moments. No one that would mourn over the person running in the dark.

Bare feet were hurting as the ginger-haired woman ran through the deep gloomy forest, her eyes constantly searching left to right, desperately trying to find a way to escape the unavoidable. Leaves scrunched beneath her, and the raw feeling of the snowy earth send shivers down her spine.

Regrettably, caring about such insignificant things were the least of her worries as the sound of clapping horse hooves was getting louder and louder.

The young woman knew looking back towards her followers would seal her fate, not only for her but so many others.

Escaping them seemed to be impossible, every turn she took only bought them closer. An indescribable pain ran through her left thigh, but she could not stop now, she was so close. Only a little bit further and she would have escaped them.

Dark red liquid poured down into the pure snow and her footprints, leaving a trail as she kept on limping towards her freedom.

Without warning her feet buckled under her weight. The sole thing the woman could feel, as she tumbled down the hard forest ground, were the branches pulling at her hair, scratching her and the small bork pieces that kept sinking into her tender flesh.

The ginger-haired woman’s kind eyes felt heavy, the blood loss and constant running finally taking its toll.

But the only thing her mind wandered to were dark obsidian eyes lovingly staring down at her and warm embraces that used to make all of her fears disappear.

As she laid there helpless the three men kept closing in on her, merciless looking under every nook and cranny. Bringing up her last bit of strength, scarred terribly shaking hands grasped the earth beneath her in a last attempt to escape. The woman’s vision was hazy. Barley making out her surroundings she kept slipping in and out of consciousness. Now listening to the small sounds of sturdy boots getting louder, she slowly crawled towards her last hope of surviving: an old tree trunk. Letting herself rest against it, hidden from their sight, her breath came out short and hasty. The woman’s chest clenched as her heart put up the courage to finally take a look at her visible wound. A bullet was burning itself inside her leg from deep within. The unbearable pain that she felt as her nails plugged inside the open bleeding flesh made her want to scream in agony.

It was hard motivating her body to not give up on her as her vision faded over and over again. The young woman knew her body would not endure the pain much longer, but she had to; she could not abandon him, not after all these years. Gradually pulling the bullet out of her body, concentrating on not making a sound, made her careless as she failed to notice her pursuers inching closer to her hideout.

Now that the bullet was finally gone, blood gushed out in long thick streams. Her relieve was short lived as she committed the most mindless mistake of her entire life: she called for him, wishing for a miracle.

 A distance away, a deep scratchy voice called out for his companions, having finally determined her location. Ragged breaths increased as she slapped her hand over her own mouth and shut her eyes out of fear. Silently she prayed that her savior would rescue her once again, even though she knew her prayers would remain unanswered.

Her time was running out, and she was torturously aware of that. A painful sting ran through her scalp as she was harshly jerked upwards. The young woman's body was too exhausted to fight back as the man kept her captivated. Two silhouettes stepped forward, smiling as they imagined the fear reflecting in her radiant light blue eyes that resembled the sky and silk sash of the royal bloodline.

She could barely make out the look of the two silhouettes as her vision failed her once again. That moment she knew, her life was not hers anymore, it laid within the hands of her adored saints.

 As they came towards her slight frame the snow seemed to melt after every step they took. An ironic warmth wrapped itself around the red heads body and blinded her fear, transforming it into a gentle feeling of acceptance.

Not long after, they stopped. Mockingly looking down at the traitorous human right before them.

Both fit perfectly into the scenery, covered in mud, leaves and every dirt that laid underneath the snow. It was well deserved, she thought; at least she made them struggle. The person who stood before her possessed similar hands to the ones captivating her. He was immensely large and bulky in comparison to the other man beside him, who stuck out like a sore thumb. Brilliant colors were the other persons way of presenting his noble heritage. She could not manage to make out every detail of his checkered west or his expensive sash that clearly showed his superior status, but she would always remember his eyes. His beautiful ocean blue eyes that glimmered like he just received the most extraordinary gift he had ever been gifted.

Hot salty tears stung as they ran down her once smooth face while she kept on thinking about all the horrid things they could do to her, and it only got worse the longer she thought about them.

His delighted grin grew as her fear finally rose above the surface; happy the handsome man could grasp her trembling beneath his eyes.

Eagerly he took three large confident steps towards her cowering frame, now crouching down to her height. Gently he grabbed her chubby chin between his elegant fingers and twisted her head upwards, facing his own. Tilting his youthful face towards the shell of her ear, he whispered in a pleasant voice glazed with honey but poisoned with amusement and a hollow soul.

„Got you little dove“

Written in 2021. Do not copy, translate or reposte without my permission

Hello! I hope you enjoyed the prologue, even though it propably could have been longer. I again apologize for all my spelling and grammer mistakes, as you know English is not my natice language, but I tried to erase as many mistakes as possible.

If you find any mistakes, please make sure to inform me of them!

Dark Blood And Light (Pt.1)

(SNEAK PEAK) (Aleksander Morozova/ The Darkling x OC)

Summary: Looking back at the time before the era ‚Sun Summoner‘, to a childhood in an orphanage in Kermazin.

Tags: hurt, childhood, mean adults, food, abuse, fear, nostalgia

W/c: 6.7K

A/n: The first chapter is partly (mostly) written from a narrators point of view. In the following chapters there will probably be paragraphs that are partly written from that point of view as well, but the majority will be from my protagonists kind of views.

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Part One: Before the Beginning

During the short warming summertime, you'd most likely find all three of them huddled together under the hot sun, letting the warm summer breeze sway through their hair as they laid, hidden from unwanted guests, in their meadow. Sometimes after they completed the many chores they`d go into the forest hunting or swam in the refreshing cold water of the rivers. However most of their time was spend near the orphanage they grew up in.

The orphanage, as it was known to the children, had been the mansion of Duke Kermazov, an older man who found his passion in providing homeless children with a second chance for a better life.

It would have been unusual to see the tired looking Duke in his old house, considering he'd rather stay in his house in Os Alta. He'd never say much against the children playing behind his old mansion that was now considered an orphanage, thus stopping the housekeeper Ana Kuya from lecturing the three for straying too far away from their home during the summer.

It also happened to be a reason why Alina liked that time of year the most, aside from her favorite flowers being in bloom. She loved that with his arrival, there was no stopping her and her friends to experience a new adventure, that waited them around every corner. Now that Alina was older, she enjoyed looking back onto those precious memories, a time when everything had been far easier for her than it is now.

Coming Sunday, October 17th @ 9pm CEST

Grisha would have never come this far if it wasn't for the darkling. They would have been hunted down, killed and so much more (like in Shu Han and Fjerda).

Imagine, Zoya, who would have never learned to properly use her powers. She would have never been this powerful without the training at the little palace. And let's all remember, that Zoya had been one of the most devoted to the darkling before and saw what good he had done for Ravka.

All they do is complain through out the whole book, when in reality they would never be able to keep constant "peace" between Ravka and other countries. In Rule of Wolves they had luck, that the prince of Fjerda died and Hanne took his place. Without that they would have never been able to keep Fjierda in place.

And let's be honest, compared to the darkling Zoya and Nikolai are far from running a country "smoothly" .

The Darkling lifted one shoulder. “An eternity of suffering as penance for my crimes. I ask but one thing.”

“Here it comes.”

“Build me an altar, so that I may be remembered.”

Zoya scowled. “As a tyrant? A killer?”

“As the Starless One. Give me a place in your books. When night comes, let there be one more candle lit for one more Saint. Can you agree to that, merciful queen?” he drawled.

The Darkling seemed almost disinterested, but the demon in Nikolai sensed it was a pose.

“He means it,” Nikolai said in disbelief. “He’s willing to die.”

“It is not death,” said the monk. “Death would be a kindness.”

Genya tilted her head to the side. She was watching the Darkling closely.

“But it’s not death you fear, is it? He’s afraid he’ll disappear.”

Nikolai remembered what Genya had said. All the Darkling ever wanted was to be loved by this country. He knew that feeling well. He’d had to face it when he’d stared down his demon. There were few men Ravka loved. Saints were another matter.

This man sacrificed hundreds of years for Ravka already, and he’s willing to suffer for eternity, but still it’s not enough for our dear protagonists. He already paid for his crimes. He lost everything, he was killed. There are already people who follow the Starless Saint, and Grisha who remember their General who saved them and protected them. To erase him from history would be not only cruel, but also stupid. ‘Those who do not know the history are doomed to repeat it,’ or however that quote went.

“Do we let him play the hero?” Zoya asked.

Genya nodded once. “Let him do it. Let our suffering have meant something.”

Zoya stood framed by red blossoms and thorns, a queen who needed no crown. “It will be done.”

I swear to– Is Genya’s only personality trait being the king’s victim? not even a survivor, just a victim. no agency of her own.

also, ‘let him play hero’ Zoya you are FUCKED if he doesn’t help you, Ravka is fucked, the continent is fucked, the world is fucked. he’s the only hope here, he’s willing to pay the price and he is the only one who can fix this. It’s not the first time he’s the saviour either. Without him Ravka would collapse 400 years ago, even before the Fold.

Dark Blood and Light Cover

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Hello, this is my first post ever, so please forgive me if I am going to make a few mistakes in the beginning.

I have decided to write a fanfiction for one of my favorite characters ever: The Darkling from Shadow and Bone.

In the next few days I am going to post a few things beforehand (for the story) and I hope you will read them!

The cover for “Dark, Blood and Light” a Aleksander Morozova Fanfiction.

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… so, let’s get this started. i am going to make this clear from the beginning: i don’t write smut/lemon! (mainly because I don’t know how). if you don’t like dark content (angst, pain …) in mangas, novels and other literature, don’t follow.

do not repost my work on any website and with that i mean ANY WEBSITE may it be wattpad, tumblr, twitter etc., without my consent!. if you want to write a translation or something inspired by my work, do me the favor and PLEASE write me. you can reach out to me by inbox or answers. and once you reach out to me please inform me where you are going to publish and what exactly you are using from my work.

i love writing dark content or a little more twisted things, so if you are sensitive considering such topics, please read the warnings before every story. i try my best to write warnings infront of every chapter, one shot etc. that i make, so please read those beforehand and take them serious.

i do not tolerate hate on my or other writers work, however criticism is always welcomed as long as it is written friendy and polite. of course praise is also appreciated. i also like it when people tell me their opinion on their requested writes (one shots etc.) that i finished. so do not be afraid to write me or post replies, write comments etc.! :)

you should all know by now that english is not my native language, so please excuse any grammer mistakes or write me in a friendly way so i can correct them. i only speak english, german and a little bit spanish, so please inform me of any mistakes that i have made while using another language that i don’t know and simply translated through a programm (for example, a phrase actually being really insulting).

as i have said before, if you are sensitive please do not follow me, since i write about dark content based on trauma etc. so i advice you to read the warnings on each piece of my work before actually reading it, because i also write different stuff as well.

... well i think that was everything, have fun reading! you have been warned!

Playlist

Dark Blood and Light Masterlist

Throughout this story I am going to add a few new songs, so do not be surprised if the Spotify playlist will gain a few more. As a fun fact, I actually listened to these songs while reading the actual books (not in the same order, but still every time I listend to them I can’t help but associate them with the shadow and bone books). I hope you enjoy them as well, maybe you’ll listen to them as well while reading the other books.

One song that I couldn’t find on Spotify is „Paint it Black“ a cover by Ciara, but I highly recommend listening to it while reading shadow and bone (especially in the first book)

If you want me to write down all the songs, because you do not have Spotify, you can write me and I will do it as fast as possible.