Danmachi Daphne Novels & Stories

“My husband, Edward Zimmer, is not the man everyone believes himself to be. He himself has pushed forward the image that he is a saint who has only ever helped people. After all, he ran an orphanage, right? So he must be a good person.” Daphne lifts her head and looks straight at the camera, her eyes burning with determination. In an instant, her fear is gone and in its place is the spirit of the buried girl and woman who has been beat down and shoved around for year. Now, she’s looking for vengeance. And she’ll have it.

Sage “Sage! Sage! Where is that wolfless little urchin?” I hear Daphne, the Beta’s daughter and so-called future Luna, at least that’s how she regards herself, calling out to me as I rush inside the packhouse. “I’m here!” I answer, a little too breathlessly. “You’re late!” She chides, the promise of swift and severe punishment lurking in her eyes. Daphne grabs my wrists, twisting them painfully as she drags me closer. “You lazy little gutterpup! How dare you take advantage of your Alpha’s kindness!” I feel the sting on my cheek before I even register her hand flying out to slap me.

“The weather interference damaged most of the recording, Alpha. We restored only what we could.” Storm stared at the screen, where the timestamp showed shortly after midnight. On the blinking monitor, Daphne appeared. She kept looking over her shoulder as she walked down the cobbled path, like she was hiding from someone. His chest squeezed so tight at the sight of her. Her face looked exhausted under the streetlights. She wore a hooded coat as she moved quickly through the rain toward the lower east perimeter gates. The violent unrest inside his wolf eased instantly. She was alive. And that was what mattered most. He didn’t want to admit how scared he’d been from constantly thinking that so

Sophia's POV The early morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damien’s penthouse office, casting a soft golden hue over the sleek furnishings. I arrived with the revised agreement tucked under my arm, my eyes heavy from another sleepless night. My reflection in the mirror had shown a woman who looked composed on the surface, but inside, everything felt frayed. Damien was already waiting, standing near the expansive glass wall with his hands in his pockets, his posture radiating quiet control. He turned as I entered, his grey eyes assessing me. “You came.”

She completely ignored Nathan's desperate cries for her to stay. She needed to find me immediately and give me a real, heartfelt apology. It was fine. After all, I loved her so much. I loved her enough to alter the entire course of my life and give up going abroad. She was certain that she could win me back. Comforted by her own logic, Daphne calmed down a little. The moment she reached the campus gates, she ran into a student council member who was handling the sign-out sheet for the hiking drill. She snatched the clipboard to look for my name. It was signed, but it wasn't my handwriting.

She needs a job to earn more money and that's her priority. She and Mae-ann left their meal to head to the office. Daphne afterward noticed a man as she was working. She appeared to recognize a famous person in her front. His physique is well-developed, and he is tall. Moreover, he bears a resemblance to actor Ruru Madrid. He looks pretty good in his lovely dress. Daphne approached to help him as he was choosing his first-class sneakers. He was wealthy, which made her feel ashamed. She greeted him with a smile and said, "Hello, Sir, have you made your choice of shoes yet?"

Adrian said proudly and wrapped me in his arms. Zander narrowed his eyes on him. “Daphne, you can’t do that.” He hissed at me. “What I can’t do?” I looked at him, dissatisfied. “You can’t give him your virginity.” he hissed at us. I barked a hollow laugh and Adrian joined me. “Oh my god,” I wheezed. “He doesn’t know,” Adrian asked me, smiling. “Naah, I don’t telecast that.” I elbowed him.

CAMILLA I hadn't seen Dante for some days now and I couldn't be happier about it. My heart burned with fierce hatred for him. Previously, I had thought he was a good person that I could trust, now I realized that he was just like any other mafia leader, ruthless and wicked. I spent all my time with Maria who had already warmed up to me. Right now, we were playing a game of chess. I was beating her and she wasn't too happy about it.

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

He has a Bluetooth earpiece on his right ear that he used to communicate with Jeff at any moment. "Who's it?" Damian asked coldly, and Jeff replied, "A special guest. You will see her when she arrives.. Mr. Max Dawson's daughter." "Alicia?" Damian asked, his eyes shining with interest as he sat up properly in his private space, on the top floor of his club. But Jeff interrupted him. "No, Samantha Dawson." "Mm..." Damian's brows furrowed. After a short moment of silence. He replied, "Let her in. Let me know what she wants."