Novelas y relatos de Demeter Danmachi

she said, reaching for my hand. "I'm sorry. "I said, squeezing her hand, "Alright, let's have it." "alright. So, it wasn't just a nightmare you were having. And, likely, all that you were dreaming about was possibly happening in real-time, someplace else." "and Damien? Who is Damien?" "well, Damien is the name of the master who toys with his members' minds. As it is, it seems like he might be looking for new members. He got one of my warriors today, and he almost killed a child."

I did not know whether or not to like it, but I knew that since she was injured I should not be overreacting. Delilah turned to me, her eyes scanning me like she was trying to memorize every detail. Then she gave a soft nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you… you must be Damon’s…” “My mate,” Damon said firmly, stepping beside me, his hand grazing the small of my back as he looked directly at Delilah. “The mother of my child and my woman, my pride and my glory.”

Wa…was that how lowly he thought of me? “You know what, Darius?” I sneered. Fuck you…and fuck the pack's law. I, princess Diana of Silent Realm pack reject you as my mate!!” As soon as the words rolled out of my lips, Darius face began to contort and give off a white smoke as if a bucket full of wolfsbane had been poured on him. “What have you done to me, Diana!!! Arrgghhhh!!!” A guttural scream tore out of Darius throat. It was so loud and terror filled: so much so that the birds perching around flapped their wings and fled for their dear life.

[Max’s POV] Damen is the devil himself! I love that man. I had not expected to take it this far already with our little mate, as she is human, and I am fighting so hard to not freak her out. Then, here comes Damen with his dark brilliance, bringing our mate to sit on my lap so we can play. Dominic (Dom), my wolf, is pacing in anticipation to complete our bond with her, as I am trying to reason with him that she is not ready, yet he insists she is.

Dante answered, a smile on his face as he thought of Camilla. "that's exactly how I feel about Dracaryx, I don't know if it's the whole fated mate thingy? But i feel that way about him" Valerie replied. "Wow! We Russo's sure have funny love stories, I fell in love with the girl I bought from an auction, you fell in love with the man who captured you and tortured you. Geremia, you are our only hope for a normal love story" Dante told Geremia. "I will do my very best" Geremia replied.

the girl that just came along asked, touching the angry Autumn on the shoulder. “I just met a demon, Grace,” Autumn groaned. Grace gasped, covering her mouth, and her eyes widened. “You… you met a demon?!” Grace shouted. “Argh!” she ran off, yelling along. Autumn shook her head and went on.

The woman knew exactly Atma's purpose in meeting her; it was all clear from the look in the 27-year-old man's eyes. “Oh, you've got a new target? You bitch!” Atma said condescendingly to Danila. Danila jerked his arm until Atma's grip was released. Danila raised her face and stared at Atma sharply. “Just think of me as a bitch! Aren't you worse than me? Don't ever see me again!" said Danila as she took off the ring on her finger. Danila was standing next to Bram. "Let's just go."

After giving Jasmine a really deadly look, Damien stood up and walked past Jasmine, brushing his shoulder against hers violently. He didn't know how he felt about Ariel 's water breaking, but he was definitely angry. He started walking slowly and he went outside immediately. He mindlinked the head of the warriors to meet him immediately. Damien was feeling really betrayed and really angry. He went outside to meet Tobias.

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

Mia stood close to him, holding the little dagger the sorcerer had given her. With a deep breath, Mia took the lead, stepping cautiously into the room. The low lighting and flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the cold stone walls. The atmosphere was suffused with an otherworldly energy, prickling at their skin as they ventured deeper. Heartman followed closely behind Mia, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never thought about this before jumping into it, but now it was too late because Mia's mind was made up. As they neared the center of the room, Mia and Heartman discovered the main altar, a grotesque structure adorned with esoteric symbols and surrounded by charred remains. This