Daemon And Alicent Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Why save me when he wanted to pull out this card on me as soon as I woke up? “I, Kael Draven, Lycan Prince of the Obsidian Throne, reject you, Maya Blackthorn, as my mate, now and for eternity.” The combination of my name on his lips, followed by my surname, was a gut punch of the worst betrayal. “I, Maya Blackthorn, accept your rejection.”

“Alright, Noah. You have my permission. Do it.” Noah stepped forward, his gaze locking with Otsana’s. She seemed to understand what was happening, and after a moment, she gave a small nod. “Go ahead,” she whispered, her voice weak but steady. Noah took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. “I, Noah Ashford, Lycan King, reject you, Otsana Grey, as my mate.” The words hung in the air, heavy and final. Otsana winced slightly, her hand clutching her chest, but she didn’t cry. Instead, she looked up at Noah with a calm determination. “Thank you,” she said softly.

she warns her soulmate. The underground devil lowers his gaze, and I swear I see tears pooling in his eyes. That's the bond we share with our destined partners. "My sincerest apologies, Alpha Michael. That was not my intention." he murmurs, filled with regret. "Well said. We need you, Drake, to hunt down Ruth’s soul and ensure it finds peace." she concludes. "I see no issue, my love. Anything for you. But please, don’t abandon me while I hunt." he pleads with Annabella.

, Alden taunted and Dennis's eyes dimmed down. "For you, I can even become a DEMON, burning and living in hell. Werewolf and Vampire are nothing in comparison to it", Dennis answered truthfully and that directly hit Alden's heart. Without thinking for a second, Alden jumped on Dennis's body and Dennis quickly caught him. Alden's long fair legs were wrapped around Dennis's masculine waist and Dennis's long firm arms snaked around Alden's waist and supported him. Alden's mouth latched onto him as he sucked Dennis's uppar lips hardly.

I was waiting for too long, closing my eyes for his dreadful announcement. Tears were rolling down my eyes continuously. “Lilia,” he called me, but I didn’t open my eyes. I can’t face him anymore. I have disappointed him. I have failed our bond. I couldn’t give him what he deserved. “Look at me,” he said sternly, placing his hand on my cheek and I open my eyes and look at him with an apologetic gaze. “I, Damien, Alpha of the Moon Flower pack won’t accept your rejection. You are my mate and will always be, I would never accept it till my last breath.” He said lovingly.

Antoniel said. " Good, than that's decided. I will call her mate, Alpha Isaacs and tell him to prepare for your arrival " the second Eldest said the final for their meeting. But still then the Elders murmured with each other , still doubting Isabellas existence. ......... The lycan king was on his way home, he sifted and run in his wolf form. He never doubted his godess, but why the hell is she so protective over a Dragon girl? And such a powerful one? What is her plan?

He is ruthless and heartless. ______________________________________________ Damon was sitting on the bed mentally cursing at his faith... Cursing that he just got married to his brother's girlfriend and love... The same girl who gave his brother so much pain... Now that which is his wife... He was waiting for her to come... So he could start her journey of hell. But little did he know he indeed got married but not with Liliana Miller but with Luciana Miller... An unknown broken Angel... Luciana slowly opened the knob of the room and again closed it after entering the room. But froze against the door.

Amelia's eyelashes fluttered open, and as she locked eyes with me, she groaned, clutching her head. "Alpha," she muttered, her voice strained as she sat up on the bed. "What are you doing in my bed? Let alone my room? Didn't I tell you to stay away from me?" I demanded, grabbing her by the neck and pressing her against the bed frame. She trembled in my grip, her head resting against the frame.

Alpha Duncan motioned. Isolde rose from her seat like she’d been rehearsing this moment for years. The emerald brooch on her chest caught the candlelight, the gleam almost as sharp as the curve of her smile. She began, unfolding a parchment from the table. “This is the official account of Alpha Daemon’s recent conduct in service to the kingdom. While his duties have been… moderately fulfilled, they have been tainted by his ongoing involvement with an unsuitable woman, Penelope whose character and past should exclude her from such a role in his life.”

"I live here. With you. We're... together. You forget me every night at midnight. Every morning I have to introduce myself. Rebuild our relationship. Make you love me again. It's been over three years. One thousand two hundred days. This is day one thousand two hundred and one." "That's insane." Damon steps forward. Protective. Threatened. Wrong. "You expect us to believe we've been living with you for three years and don't remember? That we forget you every night? That we fall in love with a stranger daily? That's manipulation. That's control. That's abuse."