Dramione Isolation Novels & Stories

"No. We remain together. We simply become easier targets when we split up. Holding their breath, they waited as the drone's sound increased in volume before fading away over time. They sneaked out of the jungle without being noticed as Roman signalled for them to move once more. When they eventually arrived at the safe home, Isabella ran inside while her heart was racing, only to discover Mateo's tiny body snuggled up on the couch, sound sleeping. She felt a wave of relief and knelt next to him, removing a curl from his forehead. With tears in her eyes, she whispered to herself, "He's safe." Standing behind her, Xander put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "That's how it will remain. Regard

Selene nodded. "I can." Although her body was still weak, her steps remained steady. Damian was the last to come down. For the first time… he hesitated to step inside the house. Not as a member of the family. But as… someone who would expose their downfall. The main study. The door was tightly shut. Inside— Isabella was already waiting. Her laptop was open. Several additional monitors were lit up. Physical documents were scattered across the desk. She wasn't alone. Wynne was sitting on the sofa.

Mia immediately grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at her. “Look at me, Isa.” Her voice was serious now. “I hate what Dan is doing to you, but it looks like you don’t have a choice.” My heart was already racing. “Listen to me carefully,” she continued. “When you get there, avoid all eye contact with the Draco.” She emphasised every word. “Just dance… and leave.” I swallowed nervously. “What is going on?” I finally managed to ask. “I’m confused.” Mia sighed deeply. “Oh, Isa…” she muttered.

“Thank you for caring. There’s a difference.” Draken froze at the contact. His golden eyes searched mine, the raw honesty of my words hitting him deeper than any argument we'd had all day. He reached up, his large hand covering mine where it rested on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. In my mind, Ash purred, wagging her tail. SELENA'S POV In the eastern wing of the palace, the fire in Selena’s private suite crackled, casting long, dancing shadows across the heavy velvet curtains. A servant whose breathing was uneven slipped through the door, bowing low before the two noblewomen. “My Lady, the Luna, identified the Moon-pale toxin correctly during the trial.”

He was happy to see the female belonged to Alfos, but that joy crashed at Draco's words. "She's my soon-to-be Luna." Draco said, stepping out from behind Edrand. His glowing gaze settling on Isolde. Edrand blinked, gazing at Draco with a gaped mouth. "Your soon-to-be Luna? That's...impossible!" He shrieked, his eyes turned murderous as he looked back at Isolde. "You can't stand..." "Fuck!" Draco hissed, cutting Edrand off. With speed, he grabbed Edrand and moved him away and into the tower. Their steps echoed as they moved along the hall until they barreled into Draco's study.

He was happy to see the female belonged to Alfos, but that joy crashed at Draco’s words. “She’s my soon-to-be Luna.” Draco said, stepping out from behind Edrand. His glowing gaze settling on Isolde. Edrand blinked, gazing at Draco with a gaped mouth. “Your soon-to-be Luna? That’s…impossible!” He shrieked, his eyes turned murderous as he looked back at Isolde. “You can’t stand…” “Fuck!” Draco hissed, cutting Edrand off. With speed, he grabbed Edrand and moved him away and into the tower. Their steps echoed as they moved along the hall until they barreled into Draco’s study.

Dorian cut in. No one dared to argue with the Alchemist. They immediately stepped aside, their expressions stiff with reluctance. Once we arrived at the Isolation Room, with its thick stone walls and soundproof interior, Dorian immediately locked the iron door from the inside. He turned to look at me, still standing there trembling from the tension that had just unfolded. The explosion of the instructors’ anger pheromones had drained my energy. “Sit there, Reeve,” Dorian ordered bluntly, pointing to a wooden chair beside the bed where Alaric lay.

Gamma Olivier asked, his voice vibrating with barely suppressed rage. "I swear it! Please! Look!" I held out my arm once more. The one that Doctor Andromeda dug her needle in. Still bruised. Still full of needle marks and the residue from medical tape. "I was restrained in the isolation ward of the infirmary. The old west ward. It's sealed off from the rest of the infirmary! Doctor Andromeda... isn't who you think she is. She's not--" "I'm not what?"

"We have to trigger it now, before the corruption reaches the memory bloom. Better to save Eleanor's research than lose everything." "You don't understand," Damien replied, his voice carrying the weight of someone who had lived through similar losses before. "The isolation protocol isn't just about severing connections. It requires a massive infusion of life force to create the protective barriers. The kind of energy that could kill a mortal who isn't prepared for the strain." The implication hung between them like a sword, and Iris felt the weight of destiny settling around her shoulders. The garden's salvation would require the ultimate sacrifice, the kind of choice that would transform he

frequency I was emitting. At the end of the long, clinical hallway stood my mother. High Queen Elena Vane didn't look like a woman who had just kidnapped her son-in-law. She looked like a woman waiting for a business meeting. She was holding a glass of shimmering "Starlight-Wine," her eyes fixed on the massive containment unit behind her. Inside the unit, suspended in a web of golden "Siphon-Cables," was Dante. But he wasn't alone. Standing next to the tank was a younger version of me—a "Mirror-Clone" created from the DNA they had stolen in Season 2. The clone held a medical syringe filled with a glowing, black fluid.