Dame Gothel Novels & Stories

Today I had time to myself,not even Jeremy would bother talking down at me. Standing infront of my mirror I was pleased with the person looking back at me.No,not the broken or quiet Marie,but Isabella Rosa Morrone.I admired the outfit,a black mid thigh coat-dress with pleats on the left side and long sleeved.I am glad to be back.All I had to do was bring back my ambitious side and fix the crown.Picking my leather Estelle Couture brand bag,I walk out to the garage.I used to go with a small car coz of my disguise but today it was different.I smiled at myself as I looked at my Mercedes-AMG G63.

prideful to Celeste, while he simply placed his right fist to his heart. This guy must be some big deal if he didn’t have to bow. “Who is he? Better yet who are all these people?” I asked Helia who was watching like she already seen this before. “That man is named Arc. These are the men in the army he leads. The woman on the throne is the creator. She is the first vampire and ruler of Nexus. The older woman is a crone of this time named Hildegarde. And the little, scared looking girl is me.” My head jerked up quickly. Her statement just shocked some life into me. Slowly I moved myself into a sitting position.

Her heart pounding faster as she realised how easy it had been to joke with Damon. Almost too easy. “Oh come on.” Delilah was still there. Her lips in a mocking smirk now. “Queen Helena is dead. If she were alive, she would be what? Over a hundred years old? There’s no possibility of you ever serving her.” “Silver moon scum.” The woman bursted. “How would you know?! My lady took me in when I was a child. Kept me by her side everywhere! Even when she went back to Black Shifter pack. I was the only one who went with her!”

she uttered and narrowed her eyes. Helix stared at Damona’s silvery red eyes with intensity. He breathed in the intoxicating scent, a heavenly scent coming from the goddess he admired and longed to see. He was watching her when she made a ruckus and killed the goblins. But he couldn’t believe that Damona is his mate, and the excitement built inside him.

Her hair was the color of burning lava and she emanated a degree of heat from her body that made the two of them back off slowly as she walked closer to them. Both Jimin and Sebastian knew who she was or at least they thought they knew – Calisté’, the legendary witch, the sworn enemy of their dead Alpha King, Dan Damon. The look of hatred and the fire burning in her eyes was more than enough to tell them that she had not forgotten what Dan had did to her family and she had not forgiven them.

We walked towards the ballroom, I was prepared for the evening, I knew every man that was going to try and court me tonight. The low chatter of the men and women in the ballroom could be heard as I walked to the balcony, the clinking of the wine glasses reminding me of the terror that awaited me in the room. Once the butler saw my arrival, he curtsied before opening the scroll that Sera passed to him. “The beautiful lady, Princess Erza Hermione Nicholas of the Kingdom of Valadora.” He announced as silence fell upon the guests and I felt every eye fall on me. Thanking the butler, I walked down the stairs when one of the princes came in front of me.

Through the door’s gap, Xyla Quest saw two people. She recognized that one of them was Christopher Lancelot. The other person was a lady who seemed to be close to Christopher’s age. The woman was kneeling on the ground with her hands raised in a surrendering motion. Her purse was open, and items like her perfume bottle and make-up were sprawled all over the ground… Christopher stood in front of her like a godly figure as he pointed a black gun at her forehead. The black and white parts of his eyes were distinct, and he had a murderous look in his eyes.

In the west wing of the Citadel manor, Velmont dashed through crumbling halls, pursued by towering stone Golems. Each footstep of the massive constructs sent tremors through the ground, debris raining from the ceiling. With him were Delta Sevy and Delta Dimitry, while Gertrude stood her ground, chanting spells of destruction that barely slowed the golems down.

Thorncrest wolves filled every level, dressed in formal black and silver, their faces turned toward me with hunger, contempt, curiosity, and fear. The room smelled of roses. Not real ones. Selene. My stomach tightened. The white gown waited at the far end of the hall. Displayed on a silver chair beside Damien like an offering. It was not the same gown. Not exactly. This one was cleaner, newer, more elaborate. White silk. Silver thread. Long sleeves. High throat. A delicate crown placed across the folded bodice. A costume for a ghost. A threat made of fabric. Damien had prepared the hall exactly as I remembered it.

I just see him watching as one of his best fighters beats his own packmate. "Harder," Agatha orders, and I see Goth's jaw clench. "Or shall I tell everyone about your sister's... abominations!?" Ah, I suspected right, she has him wrapped under her dirty fingers. I see both rage and fear in Goth’s eyes. The next blow sends me almost whimpering. I understand now - Agatha has something on everyone. None of us are truly free. Only the goddess knows what she has told Goth