Dame Gothel Novels & Stories

Go right ahead! Diego sighed and walked out. He was sure it was Amelia and he was going to meet her. "Just be careful! we don't know what she's up to and.....Arrrgggh!" She groaned in frustration. "What a stubborn man!" * * * * * * Li-lah turned on the music and started dancing to it. She moved her body slowly and sensually. Her dark red dress had a halter neckline which exposed her ample chest. Her dark raven-black hair fell gently to her shoulders.

she explained everything she heard in the Shadowland. "That Bas*ard" Max Cursed. They reached the Mansion gates in no time. Melanie floated inside and Max stopped near the guards to explain the situation and warn the other guards near the gates to be prepared. He was also instructed to wake up all the sentinels. He called everyone he knows including Ophelia. Melanie floated inside the Mansion towards the east wing. She stood outside the room of King Darius and Queen Thea. As she cannot knock on the door, she called for them loudly.

It seemed that his majesty preferred going into the water dressed like a fashionable woman at a ball. Reive could hardly hide a smirk. “Have you ever met my beautiful companions?” His Majesty continued. “Let me introduce Marquise Ilse Rande, Countess Laura Lanthar and, of course, dear Duchess Charlie Billefort.” The last lady turned out to be the very wet woman with her breasts protruding. She was smiling happily, fanning her face and casting hot looks at Gerhard. “Nice to meet you,” the necromancer made a bow. “Reive Eridanus and my fiancée Angelina Vallebour.”

(Rhea's POV) The scent of jasmine and blood lingered in the palace air. Kael had forbidden me from opening the windows. He said the breeze carried whispers now, voices of dead gods, traitorous wolves, and rebel kings. But I knew the truth. He was afraid. Afraid of what was coming. Afraid of Damon. I stared at my reflection in the obsidian mirror. The woman who looked back was draped in silver and nightshade. A crown rested upon my head, delicate and deadly. Lilith’s mark shimmered faintly at my collarbone, a curse disguised as protection.

Then she stands, the action suddenly menacing. She turns around to reveal a pale face. A wooden pendant hangs down a thin neck and her brown hair is secured at her nape in a severe bun. The drab grey gown she wears is complimented by her emotionless expression. "Welcome to Mount Ilya, Gweneth Ryder. Do you choose to renounce your former life and join us in our quest to cleanse the world?" Everything seems to catch up with and the walls start to close in. "No, you sicko!"

If it was she, Bathory, who had a guardian as good as him, she would not have failed to reach the level of a real god! Angered by this thought, when the Blood Countess teleported to escape the non-host's flurry of attacks, she reappeared next to Agatha. "Since you don't want to agree in a normal way, I'll force you into it then!" Bathory said venomously. She activated the same skill that bound Gloria to her. She crazily laughed and tossed a blood-red scroll up. "YOU LOWLY PEASANT, ACCEPT YOUR FATE AND BE MY SLAVE!!!"

Of course she did. “You aren’t dressing me up. I’d end up looking like mother Gothel from Tangled. Thank you but I’ll pass.” I began to dig in my food, sticking my fork into the fries. “What? The disrespect! Mother Gothel is a queen you should be honored you’d look like.” I rolled my eyes knowing there is no way to win this with Sasha. “Your mother Gothel looks like she’s in her emo phase at her old age.” Sasha gasped dramatically, slapping her hand against her chest.

The anger no longer ruling my head and heart. “I don’t think I can.” I sob out as she strokes my hair like I’m a child. “I know you can. Who are you? You’re Gaia Williams, the Goddess of Hell. You deserve to be happy. Gaia, listen to me. Calista loves you and your other mates will, too. They will be able to find you now and when they do.” I look up at her when she smiles at me with a sinister grin. “Give them hell. Well, within reason, that is. Now come on. You need to go back.” Lycaon pulls me to my feet and I help Selene stand.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

Back then, he had promised to protect me for a lifetime. Werewolves never lie. Every oath they take is witnessed by the Moon Goddess. Now, he walked beside me, shielding me carefully from the crowd, ensuring that no one brushed against me. He had kept his childhood promise. "Elena!" A familiar voice rang out behind me. Instinctively, I turned around. And saw someone who shouldn't be here. Nigel. He was crippled. He looked like a pitiful beggar. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and he stepped forward eagerly, as if hoping for a reunion. But before he could get close, a passing guard intercepted him and led him away.