Daemon X Alicent Novels & Stories

Before a word can come out of my mouth, I hear my Aunt Penelope call out, “Amelia?!” My mom’s eyes flicker in the direction of the stairs and a choppy sob slips from her lips and she rushes to meet her sister, both wrapping each other in a tight hug. My dad looks at them and then me and asks in disbelief, “How?” I smile, “We came on a mission, dad. Xavier Black is dead, Uncle Donovan and Aunt Penelope are alive, Phoenix has taken his place as Alpha and Violet has accepted him and will be Luna… everything is falling into place.”

Lisa was at the staircase leading to the dungeons, she was trotting towards the cells whimpering when Lady Melo saw her. "Hey, Mistress Its time! We have the king let's go!" One of her eight assassins yelled to her, but she didn't hear her, she was fixated on saving that girl from all the bloodshed and violence, it was all she did. She surged towards her, but Reene saw her and swiftly pursued her. Alicia happened to be in range when Daito teleported, so she teleported along with him. They ended up outside the castle, on one of the southern hills. Daito picked up the dagger, he slowly impaled himself, Alicia watched on as the blade tardily made its way into his torso. It rested spiked for a w

Dax, in wolf form, held his front left wolf claw under her father’s throat as he rocked his dead wife, whose hand was holding onto her equally dead son, Marian’s younger brother, twelve years old at the time. “Yield!” Uncle, Traitor Dax had growled in his human voice as his men drew closer to the mourning Alpha, Marian’s father. “Yield, Corien!” Dax snarled, sliding closer to her father. When Alpha Corien did not respond, Dax leaned in and whispered something to him in the mind space. No one heard what he said, but Marian did, through the bond she shared with her father. Through her father’s shattered consciousness, Dax’s words had bled into her head. Only her, no one else.

Alysia wasn’t one to make a joke. He frowned, trying to piece Everything together. “But she… she’s always hated you.” “I know,” Alysia murmured. “But she still did it.” He leaned back, shaking his head slightly. “That’s unexpected.” “She’s in danger now,” Alysia said, sitting straighter and sipping warm tea from the mug that a maid had gave her. “Especially if Alice returns.” Damon’s expression stiffened. “Who’s Alice?” “A witch,” Alysia said tightly. “Andrew tried to call her when I fought him off. She’s powerful. Dangerous. I think she was supposed to help control me… or something worse.”

Alyse Pov The iron bars of the dungeon didn't just hold me in; they reminded me that I was a ghost. After Alaeric walked away, the silence in the cell felt like a lead weight. His words looped in my head like a curse. A mistake I cannot afford. I do not accept you as my Luna. First Kayden. Now him. I leaned my head against the cold stone and closed my eyes, refusing to let a single tear fall. I was done crying for men who didn't want me.

She half-turned away from him and Layon cringed at the change in her, watching how she suddenly became the scared little girl who had lost both her parents right before his eyes. Sitting up beside her, Layon pulled her into his arms and hooked her chin with his fingertips, urging her up to face him. "I'm deadly serious." Angel growled deep in her throat and turned her gaze from his as she snapped, "Nobody has seen or heard from Axel Hale in years." "That's not entirely true," Layon shrugged and braced himself for what came next. "I spoke to him just this morning." Angel's head whipped around once more and she examined him closely, obviously looking for any sign that he might be lying. Layon

Their enemies were gaining an upper hand and Dominick found two dark witches standing far from the battlefield attacking the Lycans. Dominick cursed as he changed course trying to get closer to the witches so he could finish them. ------ Alexa wandered in the darkness following the thin thread that took her close to Lucian. “Lucian,” she called again. “Gardenia?” Someone whispered to her almost making her jump. Turning around, she came face to face with her one and only Lucian, or more like his soul, which was shimmering pure white unlike hers that was pitch black. His soul embraced her, his nose buried to her neck.

Daemon falls into step beside me without a word. The others are already gathered, their speed always beating ours. Vampires are like that, always ready, always waiting. Alistair stands with his sister Persephone, Jensen at his right hand and Santiago at his left. They are his second and third, though their hierarchy is not the same as ours. Daemon greets them with a nod. I do not. I can feel Persephone’s eyes strip me bare. My skin crawls beneath her gaze.

The girl grinned and added, "First off, my name is Freda, and I'm a royal blood soldier. As for the thing I wanted you to see back then, it was just something I remembered; they were vampire hybrids. The beast we must eliminate For all of those creatures, we must hunt them all. They had been hiding for too long, but now that their leader was wook up, they would be wandering around waiting for the damn woman to give them the power of eternity to live in this world you have to stop them before they end this world in their hands. " "I don't understand. They seemed dangerous. And the power of eternity? How?" "They were hazardous, yes. They were wolves, vampires, and witches' adversaries. However

Dawn came too fast. The guards dragged me out of the dungeon. The square was already packed with onlookers. My father stood before the altar, wearing formal Alpha robes. Caleb stood to the right in full armor. Lucia was in a coma, too badly injured to attend. She played the perfect victim. Two warriors gripped my shoulders and hauled me forward. They forced me down in front of the pack. My knees slammed against the stone with a dull crack. "Lyla," my father said, "you stand accused of attempting to murder your fellow pack member, Lucia, and conspiring with outside enemies. Before the trial begins, you may give a final statement."