Cloak And Dagger Dramione Novels & Stories

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.

“I choose myself first. These twins are mine. I will raise them here while I train and learn the truth about my blood. No one owns me.” Damon nodded slowly. “Then train with me. I will help you grow stronger.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “This is not over. I will return.” He shifted into his big black wolf and ran back into the woods. The pack started to leave, whispering loudly. Cassandra blinked at me, giving one hateful look at me as she left That night, after my twin pups fell asleep with Scarlett, I met Damon in the deepest woods. Moonlight lit the side of the woods where we had been together before.

she asked. “It’s the Dagger of Immobility,” I told her. “We need Isak’s hand,” she swore under her breath. “I just like how you say we need his hand, not him,” I chuckled. “What do we need the rest of his body for? We just need to chop off his arm,” she giggled. “I like the way you think!” I laughed before Isak, Morgana, and Donovan joined the battle. “Draco, it looks like you’re finally getting what you deserve,” Isak smirked before shifting into his daemon Rex.

Bitter. Draekon just had a way of elevating her from one nightmare to another. And he always managed to look put together while at it. "I, Vaelora Hugo," Om'zaar led. "I, Vaelora Hugo." She repeated. "Take Draekon Noir, my gift of a lifetime from the moon goddess." "Take Draekon Noir, my gift of a lifetime from the moon goddess." She doused the urge to scoff at that point. "To love and to be bound under the grace of the moon goddess."

Achilles eyes widened at Helga. “I thought that was just a myth!” he gasped. Helga shook her head. “No, he was a Demi-God by blessing, not by birth. He could wield magic despite being a vampire and his blood held more power than any spell or potion ever could.” Seraphina ignored their talking and continued hunting around the room for a dagger, she was becoming frustrated now as she couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. “Have either of you seen a dagger?” she threw her arms up in frustration. Helga picked up a dagger from the station where Seraphina had been preparing the potion, “Here you go,” she said sheepishly. Seraphina gave her an apologetic smile and went back to her concoction of herbs.

Even before they are completely visible, I know exactly who they are. But it can’t be real. Because that would mean I’ve been tricked. My fists clenched, I take several steps back. They both owe me an explanation. This is too much. As the two figures step forward from the shadows, the soft clap of distant applause grows louder as In swirls of white and black their flowing robes swirl, solidifying as the rest in place at their sides. “You…” I point at the drakaina in white and blue, crystals dangling from each of her long, pointed ears. “And you!” I growl, my anger building as my daughter flickers into life, securely tucked away in his arms. “You were…”

Moonlight spilled through the collapsed ceiling, illuminating them in shades of silver and shadow. Dylan was one of the figures and he stood with his arms crossed. His expression was serious, thoughtful—so different from the easy charm he wore like armor at the academy. Beside him, the sage, Kaidora, sat on a fragment of broken altar, her aged hands resting on her knees. Her face was lined with old age and grief, her eyes sharp. She looked up as Aurelian approached, and something ancient and sad flickered across her features. “You’re late,” she said.

“Loop the angle from the north corridor. Let’s see where that shadow goes.” Another flicker. A hooded figure with a face mask dragged a body — Crystal’s limp form — wrapped in a cloak. They moved too fast for a normal wolf. “That’s not one of ours,” I muttered. “Freeze that frame. Enhance.” My heart stopped. There was a mark on the sleeve — a red serpent coiled around a silver dagger. Not Draven’s. No — this was older. Deeper. My blood ran cold. The Crimson Dagger Clan.

I walk over to my chalice and drop the blood from my claws into it then pour some all knowing serum into it, a white light smoke rises from the chalice and we watch like a vision as a scene comes to life, a woman is fleeing, she’s dressed in black with her face covered and keeps looking back as she goes. It flashes forward, she is caught her face is clearly seen, her eyes are white and hair black as night and she is scraping at who ever has her caught by the throat “we have caught you Reina the Darcrow, it is futile to fight it, there is no escaping!” the smoke dies down and the blood is the chalice is evaporated.