Cloak And Dagger Dramione Novels & Stories

“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.”

Ready to judge and laugh at our humiliation. I stepped forward,my legs were shaking.The silver chains burned.Not from any magic spell but from shame.Because just across the dais stood them. The Alpha twins.Damon and Darian Darkthorn. Damon had ice blue eyes,his hair was black.his jaw was carved from winter.he was cruel.cold.He was the one who commanded armies,He won wars.he was the real definition of power. Darian had the same face but his eyes where warmer.He was a fraction of softer.he once saved me from male stray wolves when were were just pups.But he doesn’t seem to remember that.But I will always do.

Draco said, hearing Draco words Oceano seemed reluctant at first but he soon agreed and did something with rune marks on his chest… Honestly! I had no clue what he did, I was cautiously watching him when almost 5 minutes later there was knock on our door…. I hurriedly rushed toward door and opened only to mouth “Ohh…lord” I was baffled to see Chief Damon… they truly were twinzaj….

I muttered, my eyes returning back to it's endless outflow of water. "I know of a way...but he may not like it" Rhona said in an awfully quiet tone. "What's it?" Esther and I in unison. Rhona stared briefly at us, sighing. She strode over to the shelve, running her fingers through some books. She pulled one out, returning to us. "We do know exactly what that Dagger does. It's sends the being into a prison in it's mind. Cameron won't be waking up, not until the Black Rune Dagger is pulled out..."

pulse in my womb kicked—a sharp, golden ache that made my vision blur. "I’m coming back for you," I whispered. "And I’m bringing the throne with me." Dante pressed his palm against mine from the other side of the glass. The violet fluid swirled around his hand, a silent promise. Kill them all, Zora. We moved out within ten minutes. The air in the tunnels was thick with the smell of wet earth and impending doom. I wore a suit of matte-black Scale-Armor, my wings tucked under a heavy tactical cloak. Jago led the way with three of his top enforcers, their boots splashing through the oily puddles of the Deep-Gut.

“Doesn't matter, shoot them!” A warrior materialized from nowhere and shot darts at us. “Don't forget who you are, Luna Averie.” I pulled the dart out of my shoulders and flung it at the ground. My eyes started to droop. I looked at Dramon, he was shot with a larger dart and had fallen unconscious. “You'll be asleep soon my darling.” My eyes have become so blurry, I can barely keep my eyes open. In seconds I had drifted into oblivion.

Night crept in like a shadow with teeth. I stood at the edge of the forest, the Hollow Tree looming in the distance like a giant’s twisted fist. The moon overhead was red—bloody and full. I didn’t bring the Luna Star. I brought the dagger instead. Every part of me screamed this was a trap, but if there was even the slightest chance I could end this without damning Kael—I had to try. I stepped into the clearing. Damon stood beneath the tree, hood thrown back, obsidian blade at his side, eyes glowing like twin coals.

The leader of the Village, known as Trenton, stepped forward as his gaze narrowed on Cyran and Kellan. “I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves the last time I was here. My name is Azura Chasm, I am mated to Cyran Chasm and the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. They are here because we need your help.” All eyes moved from Kellan in his Dragon form and Cyran as they landed on me with surprise. Feeling awkward, I shifted from one foot to the other. While also feeling as if I was experiencing every high schooler’s nightmare, standing in front of class naked.

“Draymond? You can’t be Draymond.” “Of course I can’t be Draymond,” the man snickered. “Ghost Damon, The Alpha Slayer and King of the Lycans. Nice to meet you, Jimin.” Ghost extended his hand for a quick handshake but Jimin stared at him, refusing to take his hand. “I’ve watched him kill people for smaller reasons,” Calisté whispered in Jimin’s ears. “If I were you, I would take his hand already.”

Beside him lay a small, intricately carved wooden box, its surface etched with symbols she recognized as belonging to the Shadow Stalkers. A scream tore itself from Lyra’s throat, a raw sound of betrayal and anguish. Inside the box, nestled amongst a bed of crimson velvet, was a single, obsidian dagger, its hilt adorned with a silver wolf’s head—the sigil of Silvermoon. The same sigil she wore. The dagger was undeniably Rhys’s. She knew it intimately.