Damsel Sequel Novels & Stories

But it wasn't water I needed. it was time. A lie. A way out. Because the man on the balcony. He knew me. Not as Damien Alaric bride. But as Serena Vale the girl who ran. The girl who sold paintings on sidewalks. The girl who disappeared from a life she never wanted. He couldn't be here. He shouldn't be here. But he saw me. And worse - I saw the look in his eyes. Recognition. Leverage. And maybe revenge. Damien moved behind me slowly.

Just then a castle guard ran in bloodied. "My Kings rogues was seen in the castle ground and are attempting attack the castle but we held them off capturing some as few escaped." the vampire say disrupting the obvious tension to Drizella's relief as her smile grew bigger. "We'll be back to finish this, we need to go. Stay here Princess, don't go anywhere and if someone wants to hurt you, permission to fry her ass." Damon kiss Daisy after which Damian did the same but not before dismissing Drizella. 'And please get yourself out our castle and never come back Drizella."

- Ordered to deliver you to the groom. Deamara sucked in the cold air, struggling to keep her balance. So this is how it is. The father simply ordered her to be delivered to the groom. Where she never made it that dreadful early autumn day. Deja squeezed the reins in her hands with force, so that he dug painfully into her palms. After all, her father thinks that she was simply in captivity, and since she is now free, she can fulfill her destiny. The girl laughed nervously. The spy and the witch exchanged worried glances.

She reached out to grab something, anything, but it was all air. "Take notice of the happenings of the past...it will help you defeat the witch..." The voice echoed in Serena's ears as she fell through an open space. ______________________________________ "Stay back Damian!", Cassie said coldly and stood in front of Tabitha and Talia, protecting her baby. She didn't feel weak anymore. All motherly instincts kicked in and she was prepared to do anything to keep her baby safe. "Where's my little cousin? That bastard!",Damian asked. His red eyes glittered eerily as his eyes never left the baby in Talia's arms.

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.

"I am done dealing with your pathetic mind games. Take the fifteen million and leave." "Just let me speak!" I pleaded, my voice rising in desperation. "Damian, I'm—" "Hello, Sister." A soft, melodic voice suddenly echoed from the staircase, and my words died instantly in my throat. I looked up in shock and watched as Vivian strolled into the living room. She looked flawless, her slender, model-like frame dressed in a tight, elegant designer dress and She offered me a gentle, pitying smile that didn't reach her cruel eyes.

Isabella Gambino entered the dining room with her head held high, escorted by a guard. The moment Natasha Bratva saw her, she halted the conversation she was having with Serena Lowe, turning her gaze to her. “God grant me patience please,” she muttered under her breath, already overly irritated. Andrei got up, and dragged out the chair between himself, and Hedeon for her to sit. “Thank you,” she said with a smile, taking her seat. Hedeon felt her beside him, and his heart rocked a little.

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.

As my fingertip touched the rock, a burst of energy pulsated out of the circle, the flowers all bowed down from the power that surged across the grass and the trees further away shook, creating a waterfall of leaves as they fell from the branches, and a loud screech echoed around me. “He’s coming, we have to hide the baby!” A whimsical voice shouted. The developed town in the distance had vanished, and I was surrounded by trees and fields. Dread washed over me as I realised Callan had vanished. I stood up feeling my chest becoming tighter to see a beautiful woman running toward me cradling a small bundle in her arms. It was Duscellis. She looked so different to how she did in my dreams, her

She would lead her people and unite the kingdom. Now nobody knows when that would occur. But it’s also being said that once a Faulkner mates with a Dame, they would produce the next Damel. She would carry with her the power of the last Ralia, she would share light on her pack and they will harness their powers. The present Faulkners are the Red Crescent pack while the desmas are the blood moon pack Then he finished speaking but I was confused. “But dad, has no Dame mated the Faulkner yet?” I asked