Damsel In Novels & Stories

His mind wandered far away, more precisely thinking about Damelza's situation out there. Damelza sneezed while collecting firewood in the forest. She rubbed the tip of her nose until it turned red. The pregnant she-wolf looked adorable, with a knee-length dress covering her body and black sandals. Those were Dean's sandals, by the way, which she could still wear. "The sun is really hot today." Damelza wiped her sweaty forehead, then went back to gathering wood and tying it together. After that, she walked towards the lake located in the center of the forest. A wide smile spread across her lips at the sight of the crystal clear water. Then, her gaze stopped on something that looked suspicious

Dama whispered, finding it difficult to walk well - obviously, she was forced to wear it, Tabrett also appeared beside her wearing a gray quarter gown with silver heels. "Not really." Princess Reda replied, looking intently at her - she actually looked hot! 'She wouldn't talk to me…' She heard the sadness laced in his voice in her head and she glanced at Dama, trying to get an idea of bringing her close to her brother, Dama scoffed in response. "Won't you all thank me for saving her ass from punishment?" She half yelled, picking a drink from the tray of the waiter who just walked past them,

Not permanent. Good thing it wasn't. My pack safety ain't more at risk. Am a hundred percent okay. A hundred percent healthy to protect them all. I sneak in a black coloured hoddie out of my ward I walk past numerous maids and guards. Non recognizes me. Familiar voices from the throne room captures my attention. I sneak in unnoticed. I instantly gasp. But lowly. Before my eyes stands a goddess like damsel. She's though battered abd bruised but extremely pretty.

She annihilated dozens of males whom she thought deserved such punishment. Damian's father, Damascus, who Matilda thought of as only a human, was her recent husband who she accidentally killed with her ability. After such an incident, Damascus faked his death and left the village, leaving his wealth and his castle in the moor, to whom he had sworn to serve. "...But your father was sick and exhausted of immortal life, so he went here in Daisy Valley and married my sister," Elfar added and took a pot of tea and offered some of his herbal tea to Damian as he continued his tale.

We walked towards the ballroom, I was prepared for the evening, I knew every man that was going to try and court me tonight. The low chatter of the men and women in the ballroom could be heard as I walked to the balcony, the clinking of the wine glasses reminding me of the terror that awaited me in the room. Once the butler saw my arrival, he curtsied before opening the scroll that Sera passed to him. “The beautiful lady, Princess Erza Hermione Nicholas of the Kingdom of Valadora.” He announced as silence fell upon the guests and I felt every eye fall on me. Thanking the butler, I walked down the stairs when one of the princes came in front of me.

Our moment was cut short when a guard approached, bowing deeply. “My king, someone has requested to see you.” the guard said. Damon’s protective instincts flared instantly, his arm tightened around Declan. “Who is it?” he asked. “She says her name is Daisy… she used to be a lady from the harem.” the guard replied. I froze, my breath caught in my throat. Daisy? The name was enough to send shivers down my spine. Daisy belonged to Eden and Eden is now a sworn enemy. She’s not supposed to be here. What does she want? Damon’s eyes met mine. I gave him a sharp, wary nod.

Our eyes locked, this was it, the moment of truth, I had to decide, this was what I had been working towards, an end to the persecution of my people. “What is your name?” I asked. “Damon… Damon Chase.” I stretched out my hand, “I am Lady Cecile of the Vanderhills, supreme mother of the witches. If we are going to become allies, the least we can do is know each other’s name.” Damon took my hand in his, his grip was firm and strong as he shook my hand and when he let go, a small smile curled up on his lips.

“Kept in slumber… by her bloodline.” “And now they’re free,” Damien said darkly, drawing his sword. “Protect the people. I’m going after her.” “But Damien—” “She’s alone.” Elara didn’t argue. She stepped forward, spinning into the wraiths like a flame through dry leaves, while Damien vanished into the smoke-filled air, heading for the mountain. ⸻ Below the surface, Selene gasped as the pressure in the chamber exploded outward. Kael stood in front of her, barely holding the force back with a barrier of violet flame.

QUEEN CHRISELDA “Thank the goddess for today’s game, my Queen. The performance from the damsels were more than what we expected,” Thelma said, following me towards the living room. I hummed, agreeing with what she just said. “Indeed, it was more than what we expected. Way too much,” I said, taking my mind to the strange damsel with the pet wolf. If not for her performance and the words of that lady, I would have eliminated her today. If my son is going to end up with the winner of this hunt, then the damsel must have a wolf, not a pet.

"Sure it’s not. He came in swinging promises and empty credit chips. Thought he could play big. Left limping." “I’m not here to play.” She unzipped the satchel, just enough for the Adrium inside to shine. Not raw. Not cracked. Refined. Ready. "I know what this is worth. And I know what you offer." The woman’s expression shifted, not surprise, but interest. “You want passage.” “I want in.” "And what? Join lover-boy behind the walls? You think the Citadel lets in poets with bleeding hearts?" Abigail stepped forward. "I think they let in what the Fangs smuggle. And I’m paying for that service. Right now."