Dramione Isolation Novels & Stories

He stood rigid, his face unreadable, but the storm in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. A sharp vibration cut through the tension, slicing through the noise like a knife. Damien’s phone. The room fell deathly silent. Every movement stilled, every breath held. Slowly, he pulled the device from his pocket. A notification flashed across the screen. A video file. Elena’s stomach clenched, nausea rising in her throat as Damien pressed play. The screen flickered—and then there he was. Draco. Tied to a chair, his small frame stiff with fear. His wide, tear-filled eyes darted around the darkened room. His hands, balled into tiny fists, trembled against the restraints.

“I am what comes after.” “Ines!” Ciro shouted as another drone dropped toward her head. Bram dove, taking the hit—electricity arcing across his back. He yelled through gritted teeth, “Ines—DO SOMETHING!” She screamed as she typed, “I am! I’m isolating her peripheral directives—cutting her command channels!” Edda’s voice sharpened. “No.” The drones stiffened for a half-second. Varian saw it. “Liora! Now! While she’s lagging!”

"Take them. Put them in the isolation suite on the top floor." Dominic stood with his back to them, his shadow stretching long and thin under the cold, harsh light. He didn't turn around as Drake stepped forward to lead them out. The iron door clanged shut behind them, leaving Dominic alone with the red lines on the screen and the silence of his own making.

"He's been isolating himself. Refusing to see anyone." "Take me to him." Damien's apartment was in the heart of the city, a penthouse overlooking the Seine. Isabella stood in the hallway, her heart pounding, her hand on the door. Claire waited behind her, her face pale. "Are you ready?" Claire asked. "No." Isabella took a breath. "But I'm going anyway." She knocked. The door opened. Damien stood before her, his dark hair disheveled, his green eyes hollow. He was thinner than she remembered gaunt, almost, with dark circles under his eyes.

A small smile crept up Dylan’s lips as he watched his parents being quietly subdued by his mate. “Where is your study? I’d like you to brief me on the current situation.” This statement was directed at Daniel, who eagerly nodded in agreement. “This way, please.” Before following Daniel, Isabel turned to face Dylan. “I’ll be back soon.” She said and let go of his hand. Isabel and Xavi maintained eye contact for a moment before the latter gave a nod of understanding. That must be them communicating through mind link. Isabel followed Daniel upstairs after that, leaving Dylan alone to face his parents.

I will never believe that they are out of the auction business. As Draco and I make our way up the hall, I see a caged door. I look into the small window trying not to rattle the cage. “Draco, she is in here. I found Renae,” I scream to him as he goes down the hall looking for Horace. One of the women with her run over to the window to talk to me. “I have been looking out for her. They have her heavily drugged, and she cannot move at all. Please, you have to help her,” the woman says.

“He won’t be alone. One of you needs to stay in the containment ring with him. But only one. Otherwise, the chamber won’t isolate his pulse properly.” Sienna stepped forward instantly. “I’ll do it.” But Damian placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “No. I will.” Her eyes widened. “Damian—” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “If anything goes wrong… I don’t want you trapped in there with him. You need to be free. And he needs me inside.” Sienna’s lips trembled, but she nodded slowly. Atlas activated the chamber. A soft light filled the room, and the circular ring at the center illuminated, projecting symbols and diagrams that rotated in steady patterns.

“Doesn't matter, shoot them!” A warrior materialized from nowhere and shot darts at us. “Don't forget who you are, Luna Averie.” I pulled the dart out of my shoulders and flung it at the ground. My eyes started to droop. I looked at Dramon, he was shot with a larger dart and had fallen unconscious. “You'll be asleep soon my darling.” My eyes have become so blurry, I can barely keep my eyes open. In seconds I had drifted into oblivion.

“Stop making them feel like they are wrong to be together, leave them alone.” She uttered with an air of finality hoping he’d listen. King Draco said nothing in reply and just left the room. * * * Draven sat in the room waiting for Agnella to come in. He mind linked Damaris to let her be hence he would be able to talk to her about the test. A few minutes later, Agnella walked in, she looked different and that was because her hair was braided.

I screamed. "Stop!" Daphne released Cornelius immediately. "Don't hurt him!" "Too late," Elijah said. The room started spinning. The dart. It was drugged. "Daphne," I gasped, falling to my knees. She rushed to me, but the soldiers blocked her, keeping her occupied. "Sleep tight, little omega," Cornelius said, rubbing his throat. "When you wake up, you'll be far from here." "Damon will find me," I said, my words slurring.