Dramione Isolation Novels & Stories

When he finally did, the answer wasn’t what she expected. “You were terrified. Anything would break under that. Even me.” Her breath hitched. Something warm gathered behind her ribs—shame, maybe. Or something too close to trust. She curled tighter. The darkness pressed in again. A memory surged: Pitch‑black walls. No sound. No time. Her own heartbeat pounding until she thought it would stop. A voice whispering through static: “Isolation increases obedience, Subject 3.” She trembled. Ronan must have felt it.

Trouble. Dale and Ashton escort the still screaming woman out of the room, and Lauren and the doctor follow them. I burst into tears as soon as the door closed, and started ripping the wires off me. Elijah catches my hands, holding them in his own. “Isabella, look at me. Come one, sweetheart. Breathe, look at me, please.” He pleads, but I shake my head and keep crying. I hear the monitor being shut off, and then he lifts me from the bed again. We settle, just like before, and I curl into a ball of sadness, crying into his nice shirt. The cries wreck through my body, and I prepare myself for the pain of rejection. Surely he wouldn’t want someone as fragile and pathetic as me as his Luna.

The man from earlier pops back into the room as a beeping sound goes off and the doctor curses. “Shit, i'm losing her” She says as she starts to move around my mate. Julia’s eyes roll back in her head as her back bows and I scream with the strength at which she moves. Her dragon strength has to be causing her to have this reaction as the doctor rips open a box. She fumbles with the drawer and grabs a needle quickly as other things fall to the floor. She draws the liquid slowly and drops the vial of black fluid onto the bed and she grabs my mate's arm.

Names. And at the top one document marked: “Vivienne Protocol // Stage Reassignment – Asset 019” Isolde opened it. Text filled the screen in fragments. SUBJECT 019 – Reassigned to Stage Theta under Harrow directive. Confirmed reconditioning complete. Memory alteration approved. Emotional compliance: unstable. Recommendation: dose restriction. She couldn’t breathe. “They drugged her,” she whispered. “They rewired her.” Dorian stepped closer. His face was pale beneath the glow of the screens. “This isn’t just blackmail material. This is how he maintained control.”

Selene pulled the young me away from the wall where I could see the painful death of my parents. “I’m sorry my child,” Selene whispered. “Please forgive this powerless goddess, who’s unable to stop her sister.” “Is the child here?” A man asked Isabel. “She’s not, no matter how I torture these weaklings they never spoke a word.” She approached the bulky man and kissed him. But he pulled away. “Atos will be back, you need to leave for now,” Ares kissed Isabel, “Soon we will be together.” ***** The scene changed once again and I see Drake, Leon, Nori, and Calvin.

Drake finally fluttered his eyelids open but the words he uttered next made Rayne subconsciously grip the bed sheets. “You need to find her, Alpha," Drake said in a hushed tone. Drake doesn't have to mention her name because Rayne already knows who he is. He has sent Isabella away and removed her title of Luna from her original title. He found out late that Isabella was the one who conspired against the maids to accuse Selene. If there is one thing Rayne regrets, it is the fact that he was deceived by Isabella not until his world told him everything.

--- Her eyes closed briefly. This was it. --- Not just survival. Not just escape. --- Control. --- Them— Or her. --- She opened her eyes again. --- Clear. Focused. Unshaken. --- “No.” --- Silence fell. --- Then— “Isolation protocol initiated.” --- The words echoed like a sentence. --- The walls shifted. --- The light dimmed. --- The room shrank slightly. --- Pressure closed in around her. --- Alone. --- Completely. --- Elena stood in the center of it.

It felt like being pulled apart from the inside, like someone had hooked their fingers into Aiden’s chest and was trying to drag his heart out through sheer distance. “What’s happening?” Aiden shouted, panic bleeding into his voice. Dante braced himself against the warped wall, muscles straining. “They’re isolating me,” Dante said, voice tight. “This is deliberate.” The caretaker’s voice cut sharply through the corridor. “Containment alert. Internal spatial distortion detected.” She appeared beside Aiden, already activating counterfields, her expression no longer calm. “They are executing a partial separation protocol,” she said. “A spatial snare designed to isolate the anchor.”

It is narrowing focus. On us. Dylan looks at me, and there is no hesitation in him now. “If it thinks you are the origin,” he says, “then you are leverage.” “I am not leverage.” “You are to it.” Another vibration. Closer. The red floor lights flicker. A new message overlays the live feed. ISOLATION INITIATED. “Dylan,” I say quietly. He looks at me. The pulse reaches the adjacent buildings. They go dark instantly. Our tower remains lit.