Novelas y relatos de Dame Gothel

Damon and I looked to the corner in a unison, but we saw no one, “There is no one there Elder Lilith,” Young Damon said. “Are you sure about that?” a sweet and calming voice asked. In the corner, stood a lady with shoulder-length brown hair, a crescent moon marking on her arm, giving off a bright purple radiant glint. I was speechless, I didn't even blink, I just stared at her, “Damon Taylor, come with me,” Damon went with into another room. And I sat there waiting for him. Who was this woman?

Keiran said before tossing a golden coin into the falling water. “We don’t have much time.” he added and the magical door opened before our eyes. “You mean, he is not here for us? Not for Amara?” Prince Conrad wanted to clarify his thoughts. “The Goblin went here to avenge. Marchans from history helped the three famous witches of Calla from locking him in his sleep centuries ago. He will never leave us alone not until our kind totally vanishes from this world.” Keiran narrated.

King Uther got down on his knees and stretched his arms out wide while Calista ran right into them. She wrapped her little arms around his big neck and kissed his cheek, “I’m Calista, your granddaughter.” King Uther laughed as he hugged her tightly, “I’m King Uther of the Dragon Kingdom of the North, your great grandpa. The lady behind me is Queen Chumani, your great grandma.” Calista giggled, “I have A LOT of grandmas and grandpas. That makes me happy.”

Charlotte Hayes' POV We went to Jake's agency, which Damien owns. I naturally wore the long silky red gown he had bought for me, along with a matching pair of glass slippers. I wore round black glasses and a black bucket hat to avoid drawing attention to myself. My heels clacked every time they collided with the slick floor as I walked gently through the corridor. Everyone in the room was staring at me. Who wouldn't notice Damien's firm grip on my soft, left hand as we walk?

the butler informed, causing me to arch my brow from what he had called me——a traitor. A woman with eyeglasses appeared from behind a bookshelf, acknowledging my presence. It seemed Gwen had her looks from her, telling me that the woman in front of me was her mother—— Ingrid Laveau. She was wearing a long teal floral dress, shaping her curvy form and her amber eyes on mine spoke of her grandeur. She was kind of intimidating for my soul but somehow, my intuition was saying that she wasn't a threat.

This swine told you that? "She's definitely delusional." "I would never send her to a horrid place like the isle of thorns." She snickered. "She's right your majesty, my mom would never do that, she's the nicest being on earth, with a heart of gold." Amelia said in her mother's defense. Her face had turned pale when she saw me in Derrick's arms. "Our queen is a wonderful person your majesty." "Gwen is a known liar, our queen would never send her on such a dangerous quest." Morgana who had been static all along chipped in. "I read minds too." Derrick reminded them. They all turned pale with fear. "Consider this a warning, don't touch a hair on Gwen's head." He warned the flustered wolves.

"Please, Gretch." Rosemary put her hand against Gretchen's forehead and pressed it back. "Open up, dear." Gretchen kept her lips together and continued to shake as Rosemary tried to get her to swallow the potion. Haldir grabbed Gretchen's nose causing her to reflexively open her mouth. Damien paced nervously by the bed and wiped his hand across his mouth as his eyes teared over. As Rosemary emptied the vile in Gretchen's mouth then forced her jaw shut so she would swallow, Damien yelled, "Mother stop!"

“King Llewellyn had a loyal wolfhound named Gelert. Gelert was the best hunting dog he ever had. And he trusted her completely. He trusted her so much that he left her watching his infant son. The king came home one night, and the nursery was in complete disarray, and he couldn’t find the prince.” “In the corner was Gelert with blood on her snout and teeth.” There was a collective gasp at this, but Electra continued, “Certain that Gelert had killed the prince, King Llewellyn drew his sword and cut her head off. Just before his sword touched her, she let out a mournful howl. And then, the prince cried out for his mother.” “The queen was a werewolf and lay on the floor with her head severed fr

He didn’t scare people like Elaine did; he wasn’t unapproachable or doused in rumors; he was there for all to see, and people respected him for it. The figure continued down the road, and Elaine’s hand released her hidden hold on the cool metal object in the pocket of her cloak. It was the dagger she always had on her, a gift from Benjamin, the man who had found her frail and alone on the streets of Tria in the North of Artharia. It had been Benjamin who had rescued her from the fate of being an orphan, Benjamin who had discovered her curse turned gift, and Benjamin who had brought her to the greatest school on earth and blessed her with his dagger.

Ginny who was holding her mystical sword was about to take the sword out of its scabbard, but Damien held her back and chose to talk to Saveroth first. "What is it?" Saveroth, who usually smiled sarcastically, now had a very serious expression on his face. And one word that came out of his mouth, made Ginny's eyes widen perfectly. "Valkyrie." Damien closed his eyes, "I see." The hundreds of thousands of troops that were within Damien's shadow were already screaming very loudly. Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ghouls roared as loudly as they could. The two giant knight golems thumped their own chests with the hilts of the giant swords they were holding. Sixteen top-level vam