Damsel Opposite Novels & Stories

“Amelia died seven years ago, the night you rejected her and cast her out. The woman you see today…she was reborn from those ashes. Her name is Cassia Wrenmoor. You should stop calling her Amelia.” “She never told me she hated the name,” Aiden said softly. “In fact, she smiles when I call her Amelia. She’ll always be Amelia to me. My Amelia.” A snarl rumbled inside Damien, his wolf clawing to be unleashed. He clenched his jaw so hard it ached, forcing himself to stay calm. “She is married to me,” Damien said, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. “Mated to me. I am saying this peacefully, but if you push me…it will get bloody. Stay. Away. From. My. Wife.”

Lance’s POV: “So,” Lance drawled coldly, his eyes cold as he locked his gaze on the woman he had heard about for the past couple of weeks. “This is the damsel.” Lance made sure to keep his sarcasm present in every word that left his lips. The moment he spoke, Damien reacted just the way he had expected. His expression darkened and Lance could spot some embers begin to light up in his eyes. “No,” Damien corrected smoothly, as he shifted in front of the woman, “This is my mate.”

Except Daphne was nowhere to be seen. “They took her away,” was all she could get out of Sassa. “What happened to you?” “Nothing much,” she said. “It seems the Emir is set on perfection in his non-virgin bedmates.” When the Norsewoman looked puzzled, she lifted her tunic, exposing the old scars on her knees. “Maybe that’s why you and Ketil get on so well, honorary shield maiden,” she said. It was Miriam’s turn to look at her, askance. “The battle scars.” Still she didn’t get it. And then she recalled the long thin line on his face.

Damon had given her the most precious thing to her,which is his mother's precious gold waist necklace. Perhaps she could give him her coral jade in return. When she brought it out, she stretched it forth to him, "Will you marry me?.." Damon's eyes fell. He knelt for her, "With due respect, My Princess" Daisy let out a happy smile and wore the coral jade on his wrist. He rose on his feet and pulled her into a hug. ***** ***** Meridith and her accomplice were caught and thrown into the cold dungeon located at the deserted part of the Palace with a lock only Damon can open.

My dragon clawed around the base of the tree wanting to finish the job. “Why are you here?” As much as my hunch told me they were looking for Odessa, I didn’t want to believe it. Maybe they were hunting someone else. “Some slave to the Duke in Vamparia,” he rasped. “Please let me go.” I snarled, my fire burning into my neck. “What slave?” I pushed. “A girl named Odessa. She is the Duke’s old blood bag. She is supposed to become the duchess. Taking her as a mate,” his breathing labored, spat out blood from his mouth. Blood pooled at the base of the tree, surely a gash in his gut.

The duke however was devoted to his childhood sweetheart, his betrothed, Lady Amaryllis, the heir to the duchy of Stormwall. Lady Amaryllis was beautiful and gentle but no kitten… she had claws of her own. She never resorted to taking shade under anyone… but provided shade to everyone she deemed worthy. Zelda and Lady Amaryllis clashed openly and yet, they never turned bitter enemies. Instead, Lady Amaryllis earned Zelda’s respect and gradually forged a friendship… and a lifelong loyalty… that not even the Duke could interfere with… Later, Zelda turned this obsession and friendship into protecting Lady Amaryllis’s heirs… becoming the most trusted companion in Alex’s troupe.

And so, the demons moved among them unnoticed, overlooked, waiting. This time would be different. This time the goddess, reborn into frail human flesh, would not defeat him. She could not. The years had leeched her strength; her mortal vessel would betray her. Her love for this realm, her endless empathy, her soft femininity—those were her fatal flaws. In the old age she had barely been worth his notice, a mistake he would not repeat. Now he was ready. This time, he would crush her. Danny arrived at Mahisar’s home, his smile wide with secret victory.

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.

Douglas look at the face of the huntress and was perplexed of the reason behind why she undertook the move of impersonating the Huntress. "Allyson why?" He asked . But Allysson remain silent now that her identity was discovered. "You know her Douglas?"Chris cross his brows observing both of them. "Yes, and you coul include frustrated sexual assault, poisoning, attempted rape and kidnaping together with the others chatges you prepared." Douglas said. He handed Allysson over Chris team then walk away.

She commanded. No one moved. Her eyes glazed around and then she spoke. “Denise, come forward.” The blood walked forward, dipped her hand into the box and pulled out a paper. I waited, watching her unwrap it and she smiled. “It's not me.” “Amber,” the priestess called. The red Head climbed the stairs and picked a paper. She was shaking as she opened the paper and then spoke with a relaxed happy voice. “Not me, either.” Then the next one climbed and another until…