Damsel In Novels & Stories

Damien, leaning on a chair , observed her keenly. "Inez...?"The girl from the other side took her name doubtfully. "Yeah...", she said and not able to stop her sob,her voice broke. "Oh..my god inez , preziosa ,Where are you ?", Nathalia asked her while crying. (precious) At her question ,she gulped and looked at Damein who was already staring at her. " I am...sono stato rapito da lui e ora sono nella sua villa ma non stressarti sto bene va tutto bene, sara solo che sto bene. mi manchi natalia",she said in low voice

he tells her. “What kind of rules?” she asks “I will always avail myself when needed, but you cannot call me. I’m the only one who’s allowed to call you.” “You said you are not married,” Raven says to him. Damon was suspicious; he said he was not married, yet he was telling her not to call her. “There’s just a lot of danger around me, and my priority would keeping you safe. Might not make sense now, but let's agree on that,” Damon tells her.

🌹 Damien 🌹 Damien had never felt this level of desperation before. Every inch of him screamed to act, to do something, anything, to save Aurora. She was out there, somewhere—captured, at the mercy of Victoria's men. His mind raced with possibilities, none of them good.

“Oh no, something has happened to my beloved husband! I can't go help him myself; if only there were someone else who could assist me,” Elis waited, knowing his cue was approaching in just a few lines. He would soon run out onto the stage with full joy. “Oh, dear Goddess of the helpless, come forth and send a helper to rescue my dear husband from the hands of his enemies, for they have overpowered him, and being with child, I cannot help.” Elis ran onto the stage and stood before his distressed, pregnant playmate, ready to deliver his line. “Fear not, fair maiden, for I am here—” but the rest of his words were drowned out by his father’s loud exclamation from the audience.

“Have the troops prepare to move out.” The knight bowed and left, and Damon turned to Hazel. “You should stay here. It’s not safe beyond the castle walls.” Hazel stood as well, her resolve hardening. “I’m not staying behind while my people are in danger.” Damon’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. “Very well. But you stay by my side. Always.” Hazel nodded, her heart pounding as she followed him out of the room. ---

Each step echoed in the quiet night. Cassandra stood in the center of the old stone chamber with torches burning around her. Damien’s body lay on a raised slab behind her wrapped in black cloth. She smiled when she saw me approach. The expression carried no warmth, only sharp satisfaction. “You actually came,” she said as she circled slowly around the slab. “I thought the dream I sent might scare you off. Guess you are still the same foolish girl chasing things you cannot keep.” I stopped ten feet away and kept my hands visible. “This ends tonight. Give me back my husband and walk away. No one else needs to bleed.”

A beam of blinding gold shot downward, slicing through the throne dais and vaporizing an entire row of pillars. Marek cursed and sprinted toward the nearest exit, clutching me like he would not let a single breath steal me away. Kaelan followed, dragging the king with him, both of them stumbling through the shaking corridor. Behind us, Lysandra screamed. Her fury echoed through the collapsing palace like a banshee’s cry. “You cannot escape me,” she shrieked. “None of you leave this realm alive.” Marek did not slow. He held me tighter and ran faster.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

Merry looked at her with great astonishment, and Damontry smiled lightly. “W-Hello, my name is Damontry , I am the new maid of the palace.” Mary smiled a little, she said, speaking very softly and in a low voice. “And I, Mary, work as a maid for cleaning and cooking.” Damontry nodded. "Can you help me with reading?" She said to give her the paper, so that Merry wiped her hands with her apron and picked up the paper. "First mission-" "Yeah, yeah, and the second one!"

Jasmina asked, “You’re not going, right?” “I’m not missing it,” Amara said. Scene Seven – Lisbon, Midnight The old ballroom stank of wine and rotted wealth. Damien waited alone at the head of a broken table. A glass of red in one hand. A pistol on the table. Amara entered without hesitation. He stood. “Amara Varela. The fire queen herself.” She didn’t blink. “Damien Nero. The bastard who crawled out of his father’s corpse.” He laughed. “We have the same blood, you know.”