Damara Megido Novels & Stories

My mouth turns dry for some reason. Her fiancé. Damien and Mara are engaged.

She sat up, left her chest bare, then grabbed a gadget from inside her bag on the nightstand. "Dad?" she murmured,. Steve sat down as well. He enveloped Fiona's upper body with the remaining strands of the quilt. His bead looked at the woman who was picking up the call. "I'm at a friend's house. Why?" asked Fiona. The girl listened for a moment to the father talking behind the phone. Until the end, the bead was manned. "Huh? Arranged marriage?" ***

Layla was pissed that she was flirting with Jimin and was doing it so good and she turned away, trying her best to avoid committing murder. “Layla would kill you if you do that,” Rhea who was already down helping to loosen the chains, whispered to Megan. Megan stared at her, wondering who she was and Rhea got the hint and quickly introduced herself. “Rhea Damon,” Rhea smiled. “I’ve heard a little about you, Megan. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.” “Rhea Damon,” Megan batted her eyelids as she assessed the Lycan king’s daughter from head to toe. “I’ve heard so little about you too. Who are you? Dan’s adopted child?”

Darren explained. “Oh yes. That. I was so caught up in the whole mate introductions.” André quickly explained. “Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren had her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion Bisnonna made to counter it.”

I was standing in a secluded room, away from the music and the noise, when a young boy ran towards me, seemingly out of breath. "Are you Cordelia Blackwell?" He asked me with hopeful wide eyes. This boy couldn't be a day older than eight. I hunched down, "I am, and you are?" "I'm James Burke. My mama needs your help." I knitted my eyebrows together. Who's his mom exactly? And who sent him to me. "I heard that Black Magic can only be fought with Black Magic. Because sometimes darkness can drive away darkness." Uh-ha! That last part was all Morgana. She sent him to me.

"He…he was r-raped by s-some of the b-boys from the h-hockey t-team. He t-took h-his o-own life thr-ee days before w-we tur-turned eight-t-teen.” "Amaris," Zara whimpers my name, taking a step towards me. I shake my head no and put my hand up to stop her. Closing my eyes to give myself a moment, I take a deep breath and wipe the moisture from beneath my eyes and cheeks, then continue speaking. "I didn't know that I was anything other than human until I almost shifted in class." Glendon's muttered, "Oh, crap," clues me in that that would have definitely gone badly.

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."