Novels by Damigella

The Shadowfang pack was tearing apart.The poison fog pressed in from all sides, a pale and living wall. It wasn’t mist like the morning haze or a drifting storm cloud,it had weight, and hunger. It clung to the fur and armor of those who stood against it, slinking into lungs, sliding beneath skin like an uninvited whisper. The air itself burned to breathe.From the southern edge of the village, Thalira could see houses vanishing,not crumbling to rubble, not burning,but vanishing, swallowed whole into the void. Their shapes blurred, walls trembling like reflections on disturbed water before melting into nothing at all.The cries of the wolves were muffled, strangled by the thick fog, their pain carried on choked howls.But the soldiers fought on.They held the barricades in small, stubborn knots, each group barely able to see the others through the haze. The pounding of paws and the clash of steel were dulled, as though the world had been wrapped in thick cloth. From within the fog’s f

For a moment, my brain didn’t register the words. They just hung there, sharp and merciless, like cold steel suspended above me. So it wasn't love? It was for the task?My breath hitched, my chest tightened as if my ribs had caved in. The air between us, once so thick with heat, suddenly turned suffocating. My lips parted, but no sound came out,only a hollow gasp. This must be Fake! I won't be anyone's fool for the second time.My heart stuttered violently, then dropped like a stone into the pit of my stomach. Every nerve in my body seemed to recoil, burning with the memory of his kiss, the weight of his arms, the promise in his voice only moments ago. And his words to me,last night!And now—this?The word shocked was too small. I was wrecked. Stunned. Shattered in a way I couldn’t hide, no matter how hard I tried.His words echoed in my head like a death sentence. It was just for the task,nothing deep!I tried to breathe, but it felt like my lungs had turned to stone. My lips tremble

He whispered her name again, reverent, desperate, as though it alone could anchor her.“Raya…”Her wet hair clung in silken strands against her glowing skin, every lock shimmering with threads of ocean light. Her eyes,no longer purely wolf but rimmed with iridescent sapphire rings,caught his breath and caged it in his throat. Bioluminescent markings curved along her arms and throat, pulsing in rhythm with her song. The tail, long and scaled in deep obsidian tipped with glimmering teal, arched behind her like a crown born of the sea itself.She swam toward him, her movement both predatory and heartbreakingly fragile. Humphrey trembled, not from fear but from the overwhelming truth of her,his mate, his moon, his siren.Her hand, webbed faintly now with translucent fins, rose hesitantly, brushing over his cheek. The warmth of her palm burned against his skin even though her body carried the coolness of the water. He leaned into it without hesitation, his eyes closing, a ragged exhale bre

Humphrey's arms locked firmly beneath her knees and around her back, carrying her as though she weighed nothing. Her body trembled violently in his hold, every muscle spasming as glowing patterns rippled across her skin like molten fire. Her claws had torn at his shirt when the first wave of pain had hit, but he didn’t let go. Not for a second.“Stay with me, little siren,” he muttered, his voice gravelly with both fear and command. Kain,His wolf raged inside, desperate to tear away whatever force was hurting her, but there was nothing to fight. The enemy was her own bloodline, her truth clawing its way to the surface.Her breath hitched, her head burying against his chest. “It—it burns… Humphrey—make it stop!”He clenched his jaw. Gods, he would have taken the agony into himself if he could. He’d have ripped his own skin apart to save her from this. “Tell me what to do!” he roared at the heavens, his eyes blazing.The goddess, whose voice flowed like a current, low and melodic spoke.

The dawn light crept through the boughs above their campsite, brushing Humphrey’s resting face with amber. He lay half-awake, muscles relaxed, one arm draped over the silken curve of Raya's side. She smiled softly in sleep, nostrils flaring with his scent.He leaned in, brushing a fingertip across her cheek, tracing the iridescent patterns that still pulsed faintly. “Good morning little siren,hope you dreamt of me,” he whispered.She stirred, opened her eyes to meet his. For a moment, time held its breath. She pinched the bridge of his nose,she couldn't answer with her lips,but the pinching did the talking for her.She felt it,that soft undercurrent of love, warm and dangerous and so deliciously real.He seemed to feel it too, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She leaned into his touch, hope thrumming in her chest. He pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.********They rose together as the sun spilled gold across the forest floor. He offered her the last roasted root-fruit

I gulped when I heard those words and to be honest,I didn't want him to be done.“You didn't think I was done worshipping this body did you?” He asked,his brow arched.“Carry on Mr,I think my cunt will dry soon if you delay.”“Was it wet for me?”I bit my lip,I just exposed myself, He smirked at me,knowing fully well that he just hit the bull's eye. He leaned down,maintaining maddening eye contact.“Silence isn't an answer, little siren.” I parted my lips to say something but a whimper came out instead of words. The way he makes me speechless without even trying is crazy.“I guess I will have to find out for myself.” He said lazily.One hand slides up my thigh, pushing the hem of my dress up as he goes. I tremble in anticipation, knowing where he's heading. Knowing I want him there. A breathy sigh escaped my lips.His hand slid lower, brushing against the heat of me, and before I could catch my breath, his fingers lingered in the slickness he had found. “What do we have here…are thos