Cloak And Dagger Dramione Novels & Stories

"I am prepared." When Damon reached the front lines, a surge of pride washed over him. Kyra had made significant progress from the spoiled heiress he had initially encountered. She had become a powerful leader, embodying the title of Luna completely. **Kyra: A female named Kyra** Kyra and Damon positioned themselves in the disquietingly quiet forest. The tension was tangible, and every rustle of leaves felt magnified in the silent night. Kyra felt her heart pounding, yet she managed to maintain her composure.

said Cameron with a scowl. “When I identified the sapphire dragon as the one who’d kidnapped you, they immediately knew it was Glynis,” said Lianne from beside her in a whispered tone. “Apparently, she is one of the few females in the clan who can shift, and none of the others are blue. She didn’t count on having a witness remain, I guess, or perhaps she was so arrogant it never occurred to her. When Cameron learned of her part in the treachery, he seemed hell-bent on ripping her apart as well, but sanity prevailed, and he banished her instead. He dropped her into English territory,” said Lianne as she sipped from her goblet.

Ariel was alone in the dungeon and she was trying to kill the fly that had just perched on her, when she saw that someone was coming towards her. No, not one person, but two people. She thought. She watched as Jasmine and Layla snuck into the dungeon with a small, black cloth in Layla's hand. She wondered what they were coming to do to her. Layla threw a malicious smile at her and signaled to Jasmine to move closer to her. Jasmine went to her and held her hands.

The pale glow casts upon the person's features. I gasp. The dagger falls to the streamlet with a small splash. It can't be. Its not possible. The angular, sharp edges. The tiny copper curls. The lean built. The tall frame. I don't hold back the cry. Cirok.

Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore. "Reece.. Morgan. I can't feel her..." I let out another scream. "Fuck…!" Reece picks me up bridal style and walks us out of the crowd that just gathered around us, upstairs into his room.

"We come together to mark Dian Drakes Sixteenth birthday and pay tribute to the moon goddess who leads us today." My heart pounded fiercely. My legs seemed numb. "Dian Drake please step up." I walked through the crowed, attempted to avoid stumbling, worked hard to not glance at Kael despite sensing his gaze upon me. "Don't look. Don't look yet."I whispered in panic. I ascended the stairs, Positioned myself before the Alpha. "Do you pledge allegiance to Shadowcrest Pack?" "I do." My tone sounded firmer than I truly felt. "Will you take the offerings from the moon goddess regardless of what they're "

He pushed strength at her through their mating bond and tried to control his own fury. “Just a couple of daggers we haven't packed yet,” Paoli answered. “Are they silver?” William asked, trying to keep his voice steady. “Of course,” Paoli said. He dashed from the chamber and returned mere seconds later, carrying four silver daggers by their rubber handles. William stuffed them into the pockets of his jeans and tore through the castle with Paoli close on his heels. An icy cold hand stole across his heart at the thought of her; alone and unprotected; with Lycaon.

His hands were suddenly mine and I moved them. "What... Why... I can't control my hands!" He cried. Using his hands, I reached for the dagger I knew he always kept on his weapons belt. On sensing what was about to happen, Empress Oleia turned to flee but i grabbed her by her silver hair and placed the dagger under her throat. "Please... Katherine... Please.... Don't make me do this!"Dameon cried again. I laughed hysterically at the request and in one move, I slit her throat.

he managed to ask. The female rogue crouched to his level, her eyes gleaming with fascination. It was a shame he had to die—what a waste of good looks. "Caesar's wishes," she whispered hoarsely. Drawing a golden dagger from her coat, she stabbed Damon in the heart. She waited for him to combust, but as minutes passed, nothing happened. Her face contorted with worry. A slow, sinister smirk spread across Damon’s lips. He chuckled, pulling the dagger from his chest and tossing it aside. Rising to his full height, black fumes emanated from his wound, which healed instantly. The creature moved backwards in fear, what was he!?

I step back into the center of the room, my obsidian claws sliding out from my right hand with a weak, trembling schlick as I try to brace my shivering body against the cold timber table. ​The shadows near the doorway detach themselves from the stone. ​Six elite coastal fighters, dressed in salt-stained blue leathers and carrying mechanical, silver-tipped crossbows, slide into the room in a flawless, silent phalanx. At the center of the formation walks a figure wrapped in a heavy, fur-lined cloak. She pulls her hood back, her flawless, aristocratic features illuminated by the flickering orange glow of the dying hearth. ​Diana.