Atonement Dramione Novels & Stories

Damon suddenly burst into a painful scream as if a soul was flowing through his body! Ann took a step away from Damon just in case there was still some tricks up Damon's sleeve, and that was when-- A bright glitter slid through the body of the wand, just like the day when Ann tried it in front of the archbishop! "The soul is returned." Damon mumbled in a faint voice as he opened his eyes slowly, "Now it's time for my freedom." "Buster?" Edmund frowned, ready to attack. "No words on Miss Hayes yet," Buster's sullen voice came through, "I'm sorry, boss..."

She picked up a knife and a ribbon from the small table that had been set up on the dais. "Damon, repeat after me," Melody said as she held out her hand. I reached up and placed my hand in hers, my palm facing up. "I, Damon Bloodstone, accept this bond and the crown that follows. I will protect my people with my life and bind myself to the mothers and the mate they have gifted me." I cleared my throat, looking over at Alora, her free hand finding mine.

Dylan patted my arm before leaving us both to stand and watch each other. He was dressed in a pair of cargo pants and a white t-shirt that clung to his body, showing off his muscles. I swallowed and waved once. "Hi, Damon." He slipped both of his hands into his pocket. "Lena. How nice it is to see you this bright morning." I scratched my hair. "I know you're mad at me but can we talk, please?" "There's nothing to talk about," He shrugged. "Until you tell me why you treated me that way before your father. Felt like you were ashamed to be mated to me."

"And you Alpha Damon, do you accept our lady to be your Luna and mate as you ascend the throne of Yellowstone? Do you swear to protect our lives with your own?" "Yes, I Alpha Damon shepherd of midnight accept you Selene Popovic of Yellowstone to be my mate and Luna," I recited my vows. The crowd cheered while whistling. "Congratulations," others shouted. "Well, then you may mark each other as a sign of your love and loyalty to one another," Elder Leon said and Selene's fangs elongated twice their size. She stepped closer to me and bit my collarbone. I flinched slightly at the bite as it was painful like a needle digging into my skin then it became pleasurable and additive, I never wanted her

“Oh, please. Moretti doing a victory dance? I swear, I’d pay to see you do that in front of your men.” “Not happening,” Damien said immediately. But Draco just looked up at him, his big brown eyes impossibly earnest. “Please?” The word slipped through every wall he’d ever built. Elena’s breath caught again. She saw the hesitation in Damien’s face—the tug-of-war between instinct and something softer. And then, slowly, he stood. “Alright,” he muttered, resigned. “But only once.” Draco squealed and began jumping in a circle. Damien followed, awkward at first, his movements stiff and mechanical. But when Draco tripped mid-spin and Damien caught him, the man actually laughed—loudly, freely.

The bodies of the fallen had been laid to rest the previous night, but today was reserved for the Luna’s farewell—a ritual as ancient as the pack itself. Everyone was dressed in black, their heads bowed in respect and grief. Damon stood at the front, his eyes swollen with tears that he tried and failed to suppress. The weight of his losses pressed heavily on his shoulders. He was truly alone now, save for his young son, who clung to his side, eyes wide and confused at the sadness around him. Although Lucifer, Mikhail, and Luna Loveth had been by his side throughout the night, the emptiness inside Damon was profound. The pain of losing his mother, the last of his family, was like a wound that

How she was drugged and had no idea what they did to her body! Dante! Even though the man was dead now. But the name was burned into her soul like a stain that could never be wiped away. At this moment, she seemed to think of Dawn as that person. When Damon arrived, he saw this scene. Aurora beating Dawn wildly as if she wanted to kill him. Dawn curled up on the ground, holding his head. Already completely unable to fight back, and not knowing whether to live or die. Damon glanced at the door.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Rachel excitedly introduced me to the rest of the pack who had been away on a business trip and only just arrived back from what I had gathered. "Hello Luna, my name is Natasha." One of the girls exclaimed. She seemed nice as she went round the room telling me who everyone was. " And you?" I called out to the girl who was throwing daggers my way. She scowled and stared at the floor. I found this very disrespectful behaviour towards someone who was meant to be their future Luna and found myself snapping at the girl. "Is this how you treat your future Luna. Perhaps the alpha will have something to say about this." The room fell silent as the girl glared at me.

“I don’t know that he the news his mother is training a potential challenger very well.” “If I have learned anything in our almost twenty years together, my love, it’s that a worthy Alpha should want to meet their competition on equal footing. It will be a good lesson for Damon to learn if he wants to lead our people someday.” Lucas smiled in agreement just as Rory led Osiris into the lobby. Thankfully, my team had worked quickly, and the place had been cleared of the angry wolves out for his blood. “He’s all set.” Rory smiled. “Don’t be too hard on him, no matter what I find out, he didn’t mean to kill that girl.”