Dabi Novels & Stories

“Figures. She’s just like you.” I blinked, startled by the comment. “What’s that supposed to mean?” His lips twitched, not quite a smirk, but something close. “Stubborn.” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “She’s barely a week old.” Damon shrugged, his gaze settling on Isla, watching as her tiny fingers curled and uncurled. “Still. She seems to be the kind that would give me a fuss in the future. If this is how she is at one week old.”

I stated as he looked at me for a second. The door of the cabin opened as Abhinn looked at both of us, “what happened?” He asked. “Umm… Her father’s backbone has a fracture, she needs to leave early today,” He summarized my words in his own before presenting them to Abhinn. “Oh… umm, sure,” Abhinn said as she looked over at Dinesh.

At the temple's core, hooded figures knelt in a circle around a sunken dais, their chants a low, guttural drone that reverberated through the ground like the heartbeat of some ancient beast. At the center of the dais stood a throne of bones—femurs, spines, and skulls fused together by dark magic. Seated on the throne was a woman draped in black and crimson silk, her presence both regal and terrifying. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, veins visible like fine cracks in porcelain. But it was her eyes that truly marked her—red as freshly spilled blood, gleaming with hunger. She was Morrakai. The Blood Witch.

My hand shook as I pinned back my curl, I had developed such a bad tremor in the last years- perhaps due to my illness, or the countless medications I have to take due to it. Triston's voice cut through the silence of the bathroom, "What color are you wearing tonight?" I turned my head up,

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.