Dami #dreamcatcher Novels & Stories

She looked worn out but her face was still glowing with a welcoming and radiant smile. “That’s Aubrey.” Ryder pointed to the other girl standing by Shelly’s side. She was a girly version of Connor. I figured that they were twins. She appeared tough just like his brother but she gave off a bohemian vibe and looked easy to approach, friendly even. Unlike Connor, she had blue eyes which when she shifted her gaze from Ryder to me, they seemed green. I was intrigued with the color of her eyes. She is just as attractive as Shelly. Her black hair made her look like a goddess. “That’s Alex.” Ryder hesitated before finally pointing to the last guy standing directly behind Ryder.

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

“That was quick.” I sighed, grateful for the distraction. “Because there wasn’t any real training,” I muttered. Kai smirked. “She’s impatient.” Damien let out a soft chuckle. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He turned his focus back to me. “If you’re free now, you should come with me. I want to show you something.” I frowned. “Show me what?” “My workshop.” My frown deepened. “Your workshop?” Kai was the one who answered. “Damien isn’t just an intellectual lycan—he’s a genius. He’s the one who designs most of the warcraft and weapons used in Blackwood and beyond.”

Someone found a pack of preserved rations; another unearthed a small cache of cider, cracked and dusty but drinkable. Taro strummed the lute again, its strings mended with wire from a broken gauntlet. The melody he played this time was hopeful—an echo of something old, now reborn. Damian didn’t join them. He stood by the water’s edge, looking out over the reflection of the night sky. It shimmered oddly; two skies layered over one another—the mortal realm above and the resonance below, still linked, still learning to breathe in unison. He could feel it pulsing faintly under his skin, a quiet tether connecting him to her. When he closed his eyes, he almost saw her—floating between worlds, hair

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

That same calm confidence, God, it was unnerving. Ryan stepped forward again, closing the space between us. “I asked you a question,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He moved slightly in front of me, a clear Alpha gesture. “Who are you?” People had started whispering. I could feel eyes on us from every direction. Great. Just fucking great. The last thing I needed was a scene. But Damien didn’t even flinch. His gaze finally shifted to Ryan, slow and steady. “My name is Damien,” he said casually. “I’m a friend of Mikaela’s… from Silvermoon.”

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

I laughed because I grew up with the future alpha, Damian. He is my best friend and occasionally we have kissed but I am keeping my virginity for my mate. Damian is 6’ 8” of solid muscle, short black hair, a tribal tattoo from his chest to his shoulder around his neck and arm and across this back. He is a walking sex on a stick with piercing bright blue eyes. His temper does match his bad boy look but has always had a sweet spot for me. I know I have always caught his eye. Being 5’ 7” slender and toned body with waist dark wavy hair and emerald green eyes, I tend to catch a few guys eyes. However I think most of them think they will get the position of beta so I tend to ignore them.

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

“The mate bond is a sacred gift from the Goddess, and to allow anyone but my mate to touch me is to spit in Goddess’s eye and cause unspeakable suffering to my love.” “But…”Carlotta started to interrupt, but as I held my hand up, a zipper closed over her mouth and then over the mouths of the others before they could start to protest. “Do not try my patience, hags. I may be young and untrained in the ways of magic, but I am Katrina D’Amore, Luna of Nebrodi, and Crone of Oscurità e Luce Coven. I will not have my decisions questioned by anyone.” I growled as Nina started to come forward, her anger not easy to keep in check.