Danmachi Daphne Novels & Stories

—but locked in. Queen Blythe (to the healer): "Do you know what this feels like? Being trapped in a gilded room while your children fight your battles?" Healer (quietly): "I know what it feels like to watch queens break and still call it duty." Blythe (bitter smile): "Then pour me more tea. I'll pretend it's poison. It tastes the same anyway." Door creaks open. Lafay's apprentice enters, eyes darting, holding a sealed flame-carved scroll.

“Maybe they’re just playing with her. A pity game.” “Or she’s just a pretty face now. And you know what they do with pretty rogues…” I gritted my teeth and moved faster. And then— “Daphne Hathaway,” a sickly sweet voice called. I stopped. Regretted it instantly. Raina Campbell. Of course it would be her. Blonde, tall, perfectly sculpted from head to toe, and once upon a time—Maddox’s favorite distraction. My heart clenched at the thought, my wolf snarling within me.

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.”

Standing right next to the tub was Daphne. She was bare and dripping wet. Her long blonde hair was stuck to her skin, dripping water onto her bare shoulders and wide hips. She held a black velvet cloak loosely around her waist, but the front was completely open, showing her chest, her ribs, and three dark red scratches where Victor’s nails had torn her skin. In her right hand, she held a long silver dagger. Thick blood dripped off the blade, falling into the puddle between her bare feet. She did not look scared. She did not scream or shake.

Ashrac Looking down at the small white business card in my hand, I can't help wondering what I'm doing here. I've sunk so low even my best chess strategy won't save me. I glance up at "ODA" etched in white block letters on the glass door in front of me. Otherworld Dating Agency. Shrugging, I decide to go for broke. What the hell do I have to lose at this point? I open the door and shove it forward a little harder than I meant to. It slams against the far wall with a thud. A woman behind a large oak desk looks up and scowls. I grimace inside my head because I'm accustomed to that exact look from my mother when she's unhappy about something I've done. This won't go well.

he says Damon stands from the couch and goes upstairs leaving Raven deep in thought. Was she going to agree to the agreement? And how sure was she that would not fall for him?

Daphne's mouth lies to me constantly, tells me she wants nothing to do with me, that this is only ever going to be about the money, about her brother, and every single time her body proves her a liar within minutes. But underneath all of that, one thing has stayed consistent since the night I pulled her off that club floor. She doesn't run from things that terrify her. She stands in front of them, chin lifted, and dares them to try her. I've watched her do it to her own father. To me. Whatever kept her from this altar today, it wasn't nerves. "It's the first time I've ever seen you show this much patience with anyone." Luca's mouth curves, faint but real. "Standing here, checking your watch,

Daisy said "I will be waiting here" Melanie muttered "Hey Daisy" Adam came over "Hey" Daisy smiled but before Adam could say more,a girl appeared from the back and grabbed his arm "You left me for her?" She asked,glaring at Daisy Daisy frowned "I...." The girl shut Adam up with a kiss "You're mine tonight,so let's go" She said and began dragging him away Adam stared at Daisy and bite his lips "B"tch" Daisy cursed under her breath "Don't tell me you like that dude" Melanie asked,she already got another glass of wine while pressing her phone

She hated her past, her previous name. “Kindly do not mention me with a name I have abandoned. I am Daphne, Number 2, communicator of Gray Demise- Don’t forget it.” She said softly, moving her staff diagonally to display she was ready to fight to which Freya hummed, nodding but soon her features dropped dead serious. “Expected. Just to be clear, Daphne. There was no personal resentment. You are a foe I must erase.” Freya said coldly, tightening her grip on her sword, enhancing her power, asserting her dominance.

Maybe saying something about his mate would help him feel better for some time. “She is…she is a light, I tell you. She isn’t like all those plastic model-looking botches who don’t know anything other than to pose naked or show some of their boobs. My Jane is sweet, timid, and shy and oh she’s also a brainiac. She was the one who came up with a solution when nobody could at Dante’s game company.” He paused and I frowned. Dante has a game company, why wasn’t I aware of that?