Dame Gothel Novels & Stories

“The other Heathen Queens: Xellaena, Feyraj, and Tamara doesn’t know that you are the Blood Mistress, that you are Mary Bathory’s daughter and that— ” The speaking black-clothed witch began to choke as if the air on her lungs were being blocked. “Say that again, you low-ranking whore of a witch or that will be the last time for the air to enter your lungs!” Rozelyn watched the poor witch gasp for breath. The witch removed her cloak and Rozelyn realized she was a redhead girl—and too young, probably younger than Rozelyn. The redhead witch ran to the tree to where Rozelyn was hiding and she saw Maebh’s eyes widened.

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.”

She said, gasping in-between words. Dagon increased the effect of what he was doing to her and the woman groaned harder. "I don't care what you think, Drexa. This is what I want to do and I will do it." This continued for three whole minutes before a vampire rushed up to Dagon. Catching him off-guard, she grabbed him and threw him aside, negating the effect of his spell on Drexa. Drexa felt free as soon as he was down and quickly got up. She rushed up to him, raised him up with one hand and sighed, "It's unfortunate you chose the losing team," then she dug her hand into her chest and pulled out his heart.

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?

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.

Haldir slapped Damien's back and said, "Never keep a good woman waiting, son." Damien gave Gretchen a side grin then instantly shrunk to the ground into a large grey wolf. Gretchen walked over to Damien then licked his face and sniffed his neck. The witch in Gretchen may not know who Damien is, but her wolf was no longer confused. She understood exactly who he was now.

the Senior Elder said as he offered his neck in submission, “would you please enlighten us with your knowledge of the original Hunt?” Her own eyes glowed gold and a deep guttural growl came from her as she snarled at the man. When she stood up, Senior Elder Alpha Davis moved back to his own large throne. Stepping to the front of the dais, a louder growl issued from deep in her throat and she felt the battle in her mind between herself and the strong and angry wolf. “I AM THE GELERT!” she declared loudly. Legends and horror stories of the Gelert and her atrocities were well known. Through every life that the Moon Goddess had given the wolf, she was blood thirsty and angry, with no remorse for

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.

, Elena yelled, “We’ll give our all, and this is merely enough!” The moon goddess chuckled at the young lady who appeared before her, “You shouldn’t meddle in matters that are way beyond you Wolf.”, she said, looking at Elena, “You underestimate me Olivia.”, noticing the Queen of the wolves had gone behind her, she added, “All this is child’s play.”. More swords of light appeared again, this time, lunging for the two of them. “You have not told him Dante.”, Gonta said. Dante looked at Gonta who was about to spill the truth, about his true identity, and why he was so knowledgeable about Isak Emma’s destiny.

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