Damara Megido Novels & Stories

“Someone who received the argument while still in the harm and built from it while still in the harm and is now going to build alongside people who carry it the same way.” After the call Sera looked at the photograph on the wall. The engineer. The argument finding one more destination. Helena came home at four, put her bag down, and read Sera’s face immediately. “Tell me,” she said. Sera told her. Helena sat at the table. “Amara is going to Accra,” she said. “Seventeen years old. She built one hundred and thirty-eight pages from inside the harm. She is going to build alongside people who carry the argument the way she does.” She met Sera’s gaze. “She is not going as a student. She is going a

Made even more obvious by the fact that he sold me rather than battled for my champion as was custom. Every Hell King had daughters. They fought soldiers, armies and other Kings to find a champion worthy of taking them. In return for permission to descend his armies on Earthworld to test and train his demons, I was promised to a vampire called Vlademyre. My father surfaced me from the hell pit I’d been exiled to for no longer allowing my sisters to kill me as practice and entertainment. Letting Vlademyre feed on me before the vampire agreed to take me as payment. The agreement between Daddy and Vlademyre was what allowed me to start training in the ways of your world. It is custom for servan

Murmurs rippled through the group. "He's telling the truth," Kyle said quietly beside Natzy. She turned to him. "What?" "He's a genius," Kyle said, his gaze fixed on Naro. "He sees patterns most people don't." "A game?" Natzy repeated, skeptical. "VEDRAH is a trial ground," Kyle said. "We're judged here. Hunted by what we've done. The worst of what we are." Natzy's chest tightened. 'Hunted by my crimes.' The words echoed in her mind.

The only one who could actually talk to and command the brothers without a care in the world. Dalia Melwart, the sole heir of Melwart Paradise, an international business organisation that stretched across over 70% of the world. An independent and self-made woman with influence in places one would never expect. Having lost her parents from young, Dalia was the one who took care of herself, her brother, and the family business. Right from a young age, she had built her connection and influence in stones so it was a wise move for Damien to seek her help in the war.

And Andrew- "No, it's fine. This is the right time. So I grew up in an orphanage back in Spain...uh, shit. Just listen, okay? I've never told this...story to anyone. I grew up to learn that I had been abandoned by my parent...mother," her eyes fluttered shut, "my mother...cause my caregiver always emphasized on it, she wasn't the nicest. I was that child that was abandoned at the gate of the orphanage with a letter that told my name and the initials of my parent, C.G...that's what they...said." Maria watched his mouth hang loose, it was so obvious he didn't know what to say.

She pulled Melinda into a warm embrace, enveloping her in a comforting hug. As Abami Eda released Melinda, another werelion chimed in, introducing himself as El Jardin. He was followed by Nonso, whose broad shoulders and muscular frame made him an imposing figure. Kidjo, the youngest of the pack, grinned from ear to ear as he greeted Kieran with a casual "Yo." Famalal bay bay, a giant of a werelion whose deep rumbling voice sent shivers down Melinda's spine, also came down to greet them.

Lance answers. I thought I heard his bike, but the screaming drowned out the roaring of his bike. I watch as Everly walks out with Jenna and Zya. I am not sure what they put in the water in this group's neighborhood, but whatever, it made all these women gorgeous. Zya is a few inches taller than Tianya and Kylynn, around 5’6”. Her long curly, chocolate-brown hair ends at the top of her ass. What sets Zya apart from others is her striking bright green-blue eyes. She inherited those from her father. Everything else she got from her mother, including her caramel skin tone. Her mother is a full-blood Samoan and is beautiful. Drew was wise to snatch Zya up when he did. Jenna plops down by Lance a

How? “I am Ithildin Alois the first Luna of the Druit Guard. I am a Vanir from Alfheim or more simply put an elf. Please sit, we have much to discuss. Oh yes, let me take a look at our demigod.” She steps toward us and I guard An Jieun, I don’t want anything to happen to her. “James knock it off before I knock you out you brat. She’s not going to do anything geez.” Am rolls her eyes and I guess I do look a little stupid. My instincts are on overdrive right now and I haven’t slept. I feel like I’m going crazy.

Amaria was pretty good at hiding and not being noticed, she did this all the time at the castle: anytime she wanted to steal food, or just leftovers; She has never been caught. Dove finally arrived at the spot Elex was, she transformed into her human form and stomped her feet onto the ground, she swing forward her arms and aimed at the feet of the Daemon boar, a massive ice icicle appeared from the ground and strikes the feet of the Daemon boar, making it stumbled back and fall. Dove rushed to Elex immediately and helped him up.

Tabrett was talking to Princess Faricenda when Princess Reda pulled Dama away from them to a more secluded area in the field. Dama folded her arms looking at her weirdly. "Why won't you talk to him?" She asked, wanting to get a straight answer - she has to be done with this quickly to avoid her brother getting violent, Dama scoffed. "I don't know what you are talking about." She said, "Cut it out, you know you are my brother's mate." Princess Reda almost yelled, she was also getting somewhat annoyed by Dama's character, over her known mate to be precise.