Cloak And Dagger Dramione Novels & Stories

I didn't catch the eye of most because I was known to be wolfless and the fact that wasn't the case actually made me giggle a little thinking about it. Walking into the diner I was a bit suprised to see not only Duke and Flint sitting about midway through the diner but the brothers from the other pack sitting with them. I chuckled thinking it was probaly them leaving the note as a stupid prank or warning. I walked in fully planning just to step into the office and talk to Mama Rose. "What you doing here rouge? begging for scraps." Flint hollered at me. I rolled my eyes, it was so obvious when he used rouge as a term not my name and I knew he was looking for a reaction from me. I locked eyes

Smoke covered the entire place, and the fight below had stopped to save themselves from the explosion. Damona smirked and stopped in her tracks. She fluttered her eyes open with two distinct colors shined—silvery red on the left and golden purple on the right. Everything about her screamed death and ominous. It's her power as one of the chosen Goddess of the Demon Clan. She flapped her wings with full force and an enormous magic circle appeared, separating her and King Warrick from everyone.

Rather, the smile plastered on his face made me think he actually knew something was about to go on. "I, Drake Douglas, Second in command and Beta of the Blood Moon Pack, would like to take Demiana Ranskahov to be my mate in front of all of you to witness!" Drake announced boldly however the pack fell silent. Damien didn't move an inch and the expression in his face never changed, even as Drake went to took Demiana's hand and brought her up to the stage.

As we continue to walk into the kitchen, one of the boys elbow the other, “Quit it, Leo.” “Don’t do that, she’s our Luna.” My eyes meet his as he looks down, ignoring how the words have slipped his mouth. Luna? A familar word. Damon clears his throat, “I thought you guys were in the woods.” “Leo here, said he wanted some steak.” One of them replies, taking a bite of his toast while the rest of them chuckle, making me realise in the group of boys, there is a really beautiful woman sitting in between. Both of her eyes are hazel in colour which matches her light brown hair, she seems to be out of place, she looks mesmerising.

Luna shoved the page under her mattress just as the door creaked open. Damian’s sister, Selene, slipped inside. 16 years old. Eyes too sharp for her age. “You’re an idiot,” Selene whispered, locking the door behind her. “You’re going to get him killed.” Luna stood. “Where is he?” “Chains in the dungeon. But that’s not the problem.” Selene pulled something from her cloak. A dagger. The blade was black. Not silver. Obsidian. “This is. The elders aren’t doing the goddess ritual at dawn.”

“He’s not done.” Cee grabbed my arm, her voice shaky. “Vera, the shards,” she whispered, her pendant flaring. “They’re tied to him. I see… darkness.” Her warning sent ice through my veins, my necklace pulsing wildly, but I shoved it down, my eyes glowing briefly. “We’ll stop him,” I said, my voice iron, hacking deeper. The screen flashed, exposing Damon’s link to Bloodclaw’s leader, his plans to destabilize Starfang.

I stepped into the center of the silver web, and Caelthorn moved beside me, his half-merged body shedding gold light over my shoulders. The stolen wolves lifted their heads. The children stopped trembling. Liora sat slowly in her cradle, too weak to stand but awake enough to witness what had been hidden inside her for years. “I am Daciana, daughter of Rudina, rejected Luna of Blackfang, sister of Otsana, guardian of Caelthorn, and witness to the stolen nursery,” I said. The blood stone groaned above me. The black moon brightened. Far above, I felt Otsana’s gold mark answer my name with a pulse of desperate warmth.

he hissed, turning toward the presence. The shadow stepped forward. Pale skin like porcelain, eyes blacker than night itself, and a presence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe. “I am what waits at the end of your kind,” the figure said, voice deep and hollow. “You were given years you did not deserve, Clark.” “What the f*ck are you talking about?!” Clark spat, backing away. “Get out of here—this is none of your business!” The Reaper tilted his head. “You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.”

she snarled. Diana laughed, her eyes glinting with madness. "You really think you can defeat me? I am the Luna now. I am more powerful than you could ever imagine I will go to any length to get what I want" Diana yelled in Eden's face. Eden's grip tightened, and Diana's eyes widened with fear. She clawed at Eden's hands, but it was no use. She couldn't break free. Suddenly, something sharp pierced Eden's side. She cried out in pain, looking down to see a dagger sticking out of her. Diana had grabbed it from somewhere and stabbed her.

A discerning eye could tell that his attire was designer. The steel chain across Draig’s neck added raw masculinity to his overall look. Draig appeared in the courtyard looking classy, becoming the focus of all women. Cyan was able to hold herself together. She was Golden Scale Corporation’s major influencer. With the long-standing support of Sponge, she had learned to remain reserved. The other influencers wished they could throw themselves at Draig. “There you are, Draig. We have been waiting for you.” Cyan greeted him with a smile.