Dame Gothel Novels & Stories

why? The door creased open and Claudia waltzed in, arms crossed with a sly smirk on her lips, “well... if it isn’t the damsel in distress,” her bitter tone echoed round the walls filled with harsh mockery. I raised a brow not ready to start a battle this early, “it’s a pleasure to meet you to, mother Gothel.”

It grows higher and higher. “I, Delsanra Diana Silver, summon you, Kalendra Isabel Esteren, to give me the answers that I seek from you. Come forth, daughter of Hecate, and answer me!” Her voice is deeper as it resonates from all around, strong, melodious and mystical, yet one that holds true power.

She hugged him tightly ‘You have no choice, you must live for our daughter’ A week later she was dead and Gaston kept his promise, Belle was at school and the village was quiet as he carried her body and placed it into his truck. He drove to the outskirts of town the turned down a hidden track bumping along until he reached the circle of stones and pulled it to a stop. Gently he carried Agathe and placed her into the middle of the circle. He stood for a minute looking down at her beautiful face then opened the small book she had given him,

Her mother looked every inch a gothic queen in rubies and black opals. Next came Bessa and Deandra, daring and dazzling, smiling wickedly as they claimed the floor. Then, one by one, the Council witches. Power radiated from them, sharp and undeniable. I held my breath as the herald raised his voice. “Lord Alister Silverlake and the Queen Witch Supreme, Aminda Loretta Bettencourt.” My jaw tightened. With him? Rage boiled as I yanked at my bow tie. Her silver-blond hair fell in perfect waves, black-tipped strands swaying to her waist. Diamonds glittered across her black gown, clinging to every curve. The neckline plunged low—too low. My fists curled. No one else should look at her that way.

This time, when I think of it, it doesn’t give me chills like it used to. I know Drogo now and understand the kind of people he deals with. We step into a particular dungeon, and from a distance, I can already hear a feminine cry. We step in, and my eyes land on her. My stepmother—Miranda. Her eyes light up when she sees me. “Isolde!” She tries to come closer, but shackles hold her down. Her cries echo off the walls. “Isolde. Please don’t let him kill me. I’m the only one Beth has; she is going to be heartbroken.”

“I do. My division has been trying to figure out what happened that night.” “Good. As it turns out, a video was captured of Anna walking through the back route no one ever takes, with the goblet box in her hand. Do you see how that looks suspicious?” Dmitry swallowed hard, fighting certain battles inside of him. He spoke when he was sure there wouldn't be as much hostility in his tone as he felt. "I don't see it, I'm sorry. Didn't you tell them you only took that path because the main hallway was filled with servants running around to ensure everything was put in place before the ceremony began?” He questioned, still without looking at her.

Judging by what she just witnessed in the ball room, it was safe to assume she was terrified. "Don't worry. I cast a protection spell on this wing of the castle. Just be quick" Calvin assured her and watched as she sagged against the door in relief before nodding her head. It was a lie of course but Calvin knew that the witches just outside the hall won't let any troll into this wing. They were more experienced and many of them knew some dark magic spells which although frowned upon, it was used for the purpose of protecting the king.

“Agafya… Agafya… Agafya…” In front of me, Mother Lelyah spoke with a smile on her face. Her white dress, perfect bright skin, golden hair and slender figure made it seem like an angel had descended upon Lake Eibsee. By my side the old man was frozen in place, every bit of his body tensed up waiting for our next move. The other two elves left following Mother Lelyah’s command without uttering a word.

That was because it was a dangerous place where the gods used to kidnap women. The best known case was that of a young woman named Elizabeth, who was walking through the market and a god on a cloud took her away in front of everyone's eyes. She was never seen again but everyone rumored that she was chosen as the wife of some god. Celeste had grown up without friends and that made her very sad, so we would let her go to town in the company of one of us but never alone. She would get upset because we took care of her as if she were a child but we did everything for her safety.

____ PRESENT TIME: ____ Dark and Gon both stare at each other as the stone keeper carries on. "Zelina became very good friends with Gurwolf and Barwolf and when it was time, they all left to search for the River of Darkness. After almost three hundred years of searching, they came across the River of Darkness and met Belphagor who offered them great powers but seeing the beauty of Zelina after he had asked her to remove her veil made him have a change of heart. For their powers they should give him Zelina. Of course Gurwolf and Barwolf agreed and they fought with Zelina, she could have won against the wolves but for her legs, she was defeated. Belphagor kept to his own end of bargain. When t