Dramione Isolation Novels & Stories

"And you! Acting like you're helping us. Look where we are!" Aria's eyes turned cold. "Watch your words." "ENOUGH!" Selene shouted. Everyone stopped. She shook Damon. "We can fix this. We just need to think." But Damon wasn't looking at her. His eyes were on his phone, showing a picture from the gala. Luna in a stunning red dress, looking amazing. "Damon!" Selene shook him harder. Aria stepped in and held his face, forcing him to look at her. "Get it together. Every minute counts." Damon pulled away and hit the desk, scattering pens.

Seattle, Portland, and San Francisco were gone, their millions of inhabitants now trapped in a state of biological suspension. Killian and I stood at the edge of the dais, still connected by the silver cannula in our arms. His blood was my anchor, and my resonance was his shield. Together, we were a biological anomaly that the Palace's automated security could not categorize. We were the "Inert Variable." "Maya, Leo, Toby: listen to me!" I shouted, my voice barely audible over the high-frequency shriek of the building. "Isabella is using you as a filter. She is not healing the world. She is putting it into a coma so she can harvest the silence!"

“I want to purge you of your essence and powers and so at the full moon I’ll take over all your powers and live…” “I don’t have any powers”, Raisel interrupted. Isolde looked at her with crazy eyes, “Unfortunately so, however, I can still use your lifespan and beauty, not much pe…” “I don’t see how you can look any better than you do no…”, Dragomir was cut short by excruciating pain in his lower abdomen when she looked at him with power-glazed eyes and fisted her lifted right arm. “Dragomir!”, Raisel called out to him, her eyes widening in terror as he buckled over in pain

And inside those sleeves, something else. Dorian's drone hovered outside the dome's glass windows. Parliamentary rules forbade drones from entering the hall. They said nothing about pressing against the glass. High-resolution lenses peered through the gaps in the stained glass. They transmitted every facial micro-expression. Every hand movement. Every fluctuation in pheromone concentration. All of it streamed back to Dorian's control console in real time. He sat in the castle's operations room before twelve screens. His fingers struck the keyboard faster than any pianist's.

But he was. “Loose the two,” Dante ordered. The guards untied Damon and Isla despite their struggles. They were weak, but still tried to fight back—useless against the force of Dante's men. Both were dragged to the center of the room and shoved to the floor. Isla cried, her entire body trembling violently. She tried to crawl away, but was forced forward again. Dante stood above them, dark eyes surveying the scene like a god preparing judgment. “Go on" He stated casually with a smirk.

I'd seen this game too many times. The doctor's voice wavered. “Miss Isolde… she gave the instructions. She told us—told me—that you wanted the records to show severe trauma, so… so Luna Dorothy would be called in to donate.” Isolde's eyes flashed with mounting panic. “Darius, don't listen, he's making this up!” She sat up straighter, clutching the hospital sheet. But Darius raised a hand—Alpha decree for silence. Even Isolde fell quiet beneath that command.My heart pounded.

"But I'm going to bring you back. Piece by piece. Even if I have to rebuild you from nothing." She examined Novalee's eyes. Her pulse. The way her body sat—limp but upright. "Interesting," she murmured. "There's still a framework here. Something to build on." She turned to Dante. "I need you to leave now. Your presence is part of her trauma. I need her vulnerable. Without you in the room." "I'm not leaving her." Dante's voice was firm. Isabella's expression hardened. She stood. Walked to him. Put her hand on his cheek—gentle but commanding.

I’d just assumed that’s how it felt to have the flesh flayed from one’s back. “If they felt the need to carve—” Draco swallowed his guttural growl, “—binding runes into her, there has to be a reason.” Orion nodded slowly, “There’s one place that would have the information we need.” I sighed, “Let me guess, Ismene’s library?” Dragging Azrael into the bathroom with me was a feat in and of itself. He wanted to continue his brutal assault on his brother, though threatening to hurl onto the carpet did get him to stop dragging his feet.

The door slammed open with a gust of snow and silence. Damian collapsed to his knees in the entryway, soaked in blood and melting frost. His head was down, his breath ragged. Roman was already at his side, weapon drawn and scanning the empty street beyond. “Clear,” Roman said, stepping outside for backup. Isabella didn’t move. She couldn’t. All she saw was the man she loved—half-conscious, torn apart—and still holding a tightly crumpled envelope in his hand.

After having such a realization, Isobel simply couldn't suppress her inner leap of joy. Sure enough, what Damon said next reinforced her thoughts. He said to Sergio,”Sergio, excuse us.” ‘Excuse us? He wants to be alone with me?!’ Isobel thought, excitedly. Sergio left the office. Damon looked up and stared at the real daughter of the Diaz family, the lady who got swapped with Aurora.”Miss Diaz, why are you here?" Even if Isobel was losing her mind, falling so fast for him, she tried to calm her nerves.