Damsel In Novels & Stories

He barely had the strength to walk but have to take a leg anyways. "Hello, Daniel". Daniel heard a voice behind him very close to his ear. He looked back quickly and beholds a beautiful damsel. Her face glows as that of the sun. Her lips couldn't be overlooked but likened to that of the zebra's. Her hair is perfectly packed with its ever-glowing dark colour.

guessed Athen. The handsome, sharp-nosed young man nodded and then took a long breath. It was tiring having nightmares and getting pieces of riddles that he didn't know the answers to. "What did you dream this time?" asked his mother, taking over the seat next to him. "A girl crying in the corner of the room with sad cries," Damaresh replied, looking straight ahead. Looking at the beautiful flow of the river was quite soothing. Silence. Both were busy with their thoughts. Damaresh was busy thinking about the puzzle pieces in his dream, while Athena was busy thinking about how long this shadow would stay in her family's life. The past events traumatized her enough that she didn't want to repe

Then he passes and passes again, making it clear what he would like her to understand. She was so tired, she decided to take it. The dream was divided, she didn't know how many parts, but it was obvious that it wasn't a single one. She didn't care how many times he shared, she just tried to understand, again, what he was talking about. Anyway, what seemed to be the first, showed a young woman, who had not passed her seventeen years, who was sitting in a garden so flowery that it hurt so much brightness and color. She was so beautiful that it wasn't like something that was easily noticed in the garden, it seemed like she was part of it, like her queen, her lady. So she nicknamed her as Dama.

The golden chandeliers cast their warm glow over the assembled nobility, creating the illusion of a perfect world-a world of wealth, refinement, and carefully crafted masks. At the center of it all stood Lady Victoria Windsor, Duchess of Sussex, adorned in an emerald silk gown that clung to her slender waist before cascading to the floor in shimmering waves. Diamonds sparkled at her neck and ears, but it was her sharp hazel eyes and confident smile that held the true power. She was untouchable, unshakable-at least on the surface. Beside her, Lady Catherine Markham, her dearest friend and confidante, sipped from a glass of champagne, her sapphire gown scandalously low-cut. Her auburn hair glo

“So this is the new prototype?” “Excuse me?” Ariana snapped before she could stop herself. I stepped forward fast. “Cleo, you’re just here on business—” Her eyes flicked down to Isabella. Accessing. Weighing her. She noticed the bandaged hand, the oversized robe, the mess of soft curls around Isabella’s flushed face. Then she turned back to me. “Didn’t know you were into rescuing wounded birds now, Damien. Or is this some kind of… revenge fantasy? You always did have a thing for damsels in distress.”

He felt frustrated and furious that there would be such a dangerous hole in a place which was supposed to be easy to access. But then she appeared. “Are you alright?” A sweet tiny voice asked. Damian blinked. He forgot how to breathe as he felt his chest grip. Where had she appeared from? What was such a beautiful damsel doing in the woods? She came to him and began to pull his leg. “Hold me,” she said and without waiting for him to obey, she took his arm and placed it on her back as she bent. Her arms wrapped his stuck legs and she pulled. Damian's heart that stopped beating suddenly took off in an erratic race.

she says, “Cahir never allows anyone near his personal fort, how come you are here?” A fake smile is plastered across her lips but as I open my mouth to speak, I notice the necklace on her neck. She is a high priestess. “Tell me, what business do you have at the fort?” “I don’t think it is something for you to concern yourself with, priestess” I tell her. “You noticed” “You are not particularly hiding it” “I see” she starts to slowly cover the space between us, “hello, I am Desdemona” she thrusts out her hand, “the general’s woman”

“You’ve outplayed them all.” Adrian raised his glass, lips curving in a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Victory should have felt intoxicating. Instead, the crystal glass in his hand caught the candlelight, a deep red glow shimmering within—like blood, like the curve of a woman’s lips. Like her. Isabella Russo. Reckless, stubborn, impossibly alive. He blinked, and all he could see was her stumbling out of that cell—skin pale as death, body broken, but eyes still blazing with defiance.

Elira leaned in, whispering quickly as though even saying their names too loudly could bring trouble. “ The girl in the middle is Cressida Vale, a dragonkin sorceress with blazing crimson hair and molten-gold eyes. Known for breathing sparks when angry. Damien’s girlfriend. Ruthless, manipulative, always two steps ahead”. “Beside her by the right is Lura Duskbane, a vampire enchantress with long raven-black hair and lips the color of fresh blood. She has the ability to cloud minds and lure secrets from anyone. Cold and cruel.”

"You were so awful to me before. Now it's your turn to beg." I stared at her, my fists clenched at my sides. But the thought of my mother's necklace, my last link to her, made me slowly, agonizingly, begin to bend my knees. "Good girl. But first, let me show you where the necklace is now." Isabella laughed triumphantly and took out her phone. She played a video and held it in front of my face. On the screen, a filthy stray dog was wagging its tail. Draped around its neck was a string of lustrous pearls.