Damsel In Novels & Stories

She pushes the guards who aren’t allowing her to go in. “What the hell is going on here?” A voice thunders. The guards stop and grabbing her chance, Halsey darts towards the person who appeared: Damien Salvez. Damien is slightly taken back when Halsey stops in front of him, panting hard. Without catching her breath, she tries to speak. “I…I…need…help…” she gasps. “Jo…” “Halsey Scott, huh?” Damien recalls in an amused tone. “And you are…”

My parents were both gone. "Kaydence come out here." Damion's voice was just outside my hiding spot. "I can hear you crying Kaydence and I don't have patience for this right now." I slowly slid the wall open and climbed out. Damion stood in front of me covered in blood. His arm was gushing it and I just kicked into survival mode.

I nodded my head. "Yey!" He yelled in excitement and his lips started doing their magic. As Ace touched me like it was the first time again, I couldn’t be anymore happier than this…I felt like nothing could ever break us apart. We had experienced almost everything and handled the worse of the worse, yet our bond has never been stronger. I am his, and he is mine. I am Queen Kira, Once a damsel in distress, but now, the Alpha King’s Human Mate. And also, the queen of the Witch Realm.

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

My damsel was gone. Damsel. That word hadn’t crossed my lips in months, maybe more. But even now, it still felt like magic on my tongue. She was still my everything. But now I had three girls to fight for. Brinda. And Benna and her twin sister. And I would burn the world for both of them.

she said quietly, “Are you ready?” Damascus smiled, the kind that came from deep trust and unspoken promises, “I’m ready for whatever comes. Because I’ll be with you.” She nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her despite the cold morning. ************************************************************************************* Later that day, the castle buzzed with preparation. Cain and Jax moved swiftly, packing weapons and supplies, checking maps and coordinating with scouts. The tension was thick, but beneath it lay a shared determination. Amara and Damascus joined them in the armory, donning lightweight armor that allowed for swift movement. Damascus pulled her close for a brief moment.

Before I could respond, someone else stepped down from the carriage. A girl. She wore a simple maid’s outfit, worn and dusty. Her face was smeared with mud, her hands trembling as she looked around. She looked scared but beneath the dirt and fear, I could see it. She was beautiful. Not the polished kind of beauty nobles praised, but something raw. She had sharp eyes and determined look on her face. “This is…?” I asked. “She is my friend,” Daisy said quickly. “She helped me in the Elf Kingdom. She traveled with the royal envoy. She’s smart, fast, and kind.”

"My car keys were in that purse. My phone too. I'm stranded." "Not my problem," he muttered, not looking up. "Look, I'll pay you," Valerie said desperately. "I need a ride home, or at least to use your phone." Now he looked at her, a mocking smile on his face. "Do you know who I am?" "No, and I don't care," she snapped. "Do you know who I am?" Valerie countered, drawing herself up to her full height. “Someone who just got robbed?" "I'm Valerie Calder. The Duchess." She said it like it should mean something to him.

“My brother has a way with women. Always has. Charming, smooth-talking, knows exactly what to say to get what he wants.” “And what do you think he wants from me?” “The same thing every man notices about you.” My hands start to shake. “What’s that supposed to mean?” My voice trembles. “Beautiful. Vulnerable. In need of rescuing." His eyes linger on mine. “David loves playing the hero to damsels in distress.” Something inside me snaps. “A damsel in distress?” I slam my coffee cup down so hard liquid splashes over the rim. “Is that what you think I am?”