Daphne Danmachi Novels & Stories

Tall, graceful and beautiful. My wolf reacted violently, struggling for control. “Mate!” My wolf growled. I stood frozen in shock, unable to believe what I just heard. Daphne…… was my fated mate? Her parents were Red moon pack members and we attended the same high school but just before her eighteenth birthday, she was taken out of the country. She came to stand in front of me, her eyes never leaving mine, and the next second, she wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek. I quickly pulled away.

And in stepped in… Daphne! Her shoes banged against the floor like gunshots. Her eyes locked on mine, breaking up in a smile, I suddenly had a bad feeling about this.Daphne was dressed in skimpy shorts and a black singlet. Her hair was propped back in a ponytail, and she was on a set of Adidas sneakers. she stopped near the foot of the bed, hands on her hips like she was the queen of the freaking empire. She flashed Xavier a grin that was way too familiar. “Rise up and shine!!,”

-Jackson- The rain poured down on me, but I barely felt it. I pushed my body harder than ever. My wolf was clawing inside me, growling and pissed off. He would not be quiet these days. He was always grumbling and demanding I did more to get our mate back, to win her over. I wanted to. I wanted nothing more, but Daphne was no ordinary wolf. She was not even a wolf. Daphne was a lycan from a high-status family, and… she was engaged to someone else. It filled me with anger when I learned.

I needed to understand just how deep this madness would go. Justin, oblivious to the tension around him, stepped even closer to Daphne. “What’s your name, my love?” he asked softly, as though he didn’t already know. She smiled faintly as she continued playing pitiful and innocent. “My name is Daphne. I was once… this pack’s Beta’s daughter.” His expression softened further with concern. “Once? What really happened?” Her lips trembled as she pretended to be scared as she opened her mouth to speak. “I–”

He bit down, marking her, claiming her. “Daphne,” she gasped, the name torn from her lips as pleasure spiraled through her core. “My name is Daphne.” Landon’s rhythm faltered for just a second before he redoubled his efforts, driving into her with renewed intensity. “Daphne,” he repeated, testing the name on his tongue like a rare wine. “Suits you.” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thigh, angling her hips to hit that perfect spot inside her. Each brutal thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her body, building toward something explosive.

I just didn't want to get into trouble, not today and not with this monster looking thing. “Well, you better never forget what I'm going to say, you selfish bitch. I, Daphne Marin, am the only woman meant for his Majesty, the one who will give him an heir.” She said it arrogantly, with a smirk on her lips. “You are nothing more than a sex toy to him. Don't try to take my place because of that facade you call a breeder."

Sasha asked holding her head. "Prove it." Danny asked raising an eyebrow "Daphne went to the club with no underwear on in a skimpy dress and was dancing with another male, when Max entered knowing already she was his mate." Sasha repeated the confession Daphne had made to us. Max had an awkward blush on his face

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

"Who are you talking to?" Daphne smirks, doing an exaggerated bow. Her wavy pale blond hair tumbles over her shoulders. "Ah! My deepest apologies, Ojou-sama." The way she says it, Ojou-sama meaning princess, makes my nerves grate on each other. I want to jab her eye out with my nails. True, I may not be as pretty as Daphne. Daphne with her waist length golden hair, and her dark eyes, and her body that drives men and women crazy. That doesn't mean I'm insecure of my looks either.

If my sister and I were known as the famous double ‘D’s from our names, then this girl was the one who tried her hardest to make herself the third ‘D’. Her wavy brown hair framed her beautiful face and highlighted her round hazel eyes. Daphne is famous for her beauty and the long history of her family. Everything about her was welcoming and right and also only ever second to my sister and me. If Diana ranked first and me second, then Dahne would always rank third. The third ‘D’. The pale gold dress that she had on looked beautiful and was undoubtedly expensive. --To be continued…