Dramione Isolation Novels & Stories

"It's getting harder to separate myself from the three hundred. When I access their power, it takes longer to fully come back to being just me. Elena says that's consistent with Isabella's predictions about the consumption timeline." "We have five more months until we attempt the separation. Can you hold on that long?" "I have to. The alternative is unacceptable." He took my hand. "How's your training going? With the journals?" "Slowly. Isabella's procedure is incredibly complex. I'm working through it with Celeste and Zara, trying to understand every component. But I'm terrified of making a mistake." "You won't. You freed thirty-seven consciousness from Morgana without a mistake. You have t

With a cold, mechanical click of its internal gears, the twelve-foot machine lifted Damon’s human body high into the air, its steel scissors opening wide as it prepared to slice him completely in two to clear the margin for the format reset. ​Elara looked at Damon, his human body broken, his eyes looking at her with an absolute, unyielding trust that he had never given her during their five years of empire-building. She looked at the drainage pipe where Jasmine had just vanished with the corrupted vial. And she looked at Garrett, who was already reloading his imperial arc-rifle with a fresh cylinder of sterile white ink. ​There was no layout left to save. She had to scrap the press herself.

She needed to master it before the war arrived at their doorstep. Refusing to remain passive, Selene turned away from the window and locked the heavy oak door. She needed isolation. No guards, no anxious mates, no watchful eyes. Standing in the center of the room, she took a deep, grounding breath and closed her eyes. She focused inward, searching for the brilliant silver reservoir she had touched the day before, determined to test her control on her own terms.

“We have isolated the primary royal gene. Beginning deep marrow extraction in sixty seconds.” A massive, mechanical apparatus tipped with a three-inch hollow needle lowered from the ceiling, positioning itself directly over Dominic’s sternum. “No... No, stop it!” Elena threw her weight against the viewing glass, cracking her knuckles against the reinforced pane. “Nora, I swear to God, stop this!” Dominic’s eyes locked onto hers. A low, gravelly growl vibrated in his chest, a desperate warning.Don’t look, Elena. Look at me. Just look at me.

Then, after a few more seconds of locking eyes, he released her wrist and wordlessly walked past her to head inside. The sound of the door being slammed shut was what broke her out of her trance. She held her wrist to gently massage it as tears slowly brimmed her eyes. Her voice trembled as she mumbled under her breath, “Dylan…” The first couple of months after their escape had been difficult. They could barely go out without disguises which only made it hard for them to look for their comrades. Isabella was grief-stricken over their separation from Felix although the thought that James, a trustworthy friend, is taking care of him did put her at ease albeit a little. Lance was the sole bread

“Until the details of your crime are provided—until the full extent of your abilities are disclosed—you will be held in isolation.” My breath hitched. Isolation. With the babies still inside me. With the pain still blooming low in my belly. “You can’t do this,” I whispered. But they could. And they would. Guards stepped forward. The room began to spin. Clara stood tall, smug. Damon didn’t even glance at me. They seized me by both arms, shackled my wrists in thick silver cuffs, and began to drag me from the room like a prisoner of war.

Iris pulled her eyes away from him and looked at Dom. "Don't worry, your mage has been taking very good care of me, Alfonso!" dragging the 'L' and 'F' in an even creepier tone. Dom rolled his eyes, huffed at Y, and looking Iris in the eyes, answered all her questions, "He has been left here in isolation since we captured him. Mage Master Aikis has been the only visitor he ever had and Mage Master has been putting him under spells and giving him concoctions that make starvation of days have equal effects to the starvation of years. But even after all that, his spirits are not broken and every time Mage asks about anything he only replies-"

“You were my greatest student.” “I taught you to heal.” Selene looked at her former mentor. “You taught me knowledge.” “The Board taught me reality.” “They’re not the same.” Without warning— The lights flickered. Every monitor in the laboratory went black. The emergency power failed. Only the backup lights remained, bathing the vault in a dim blue glow. A researcher shouted. “We’ve lost the main network!” Isabella hurried to the nearest console. “They’ve hacked us.” “No.” Adrian said. “They’ve isolated us.”

If you cross Isabella today, you'll anger the entire Silvermoon Coalition, and no one will be able to save you! Pulled strings? Hell no! It was Damien who sent his guards to save me. That scumbag didn't just lose his wolf. His entire family was exiled. He'd drugged me, tried to assault me, and even tried to force a mind-link to control me. Drake was the student body president back then, but all he did afterward was ask if I'd "misunderstood." Thinking about it, I lost the last of my patience. "Drake, listen. I'm here to ask for a full-moon blessing for my family. It has nothing to do with you. And don't even think I'd move into your house. That's ridiculous!"

Everyone in the living room turned to look. Damon strode in, flanked by more than a dozen men who quickly surrounded Drake and his group. Drake's face darkened, while Tom's eyes lit up with relief. "Mr. Sumner!" he called out. He knew it—trusting Damon had been the right decision. He and Valarie were saved! Damon didn't acknowledge him or respond. Instead, he walked straight over and sat down across from Drake. "Mr. Mummery, this is Saintornia, not Meristate. You don't get to act out here," Damon said, his tone cold and sharp.