Druella Black Novels & Stories

Someone behind the counter turned up the volume on the TV, and the calm voice of a news reporter came blasting through the speakers. "Two weeks ago, the Alpha of the Lunar Dusk pack declared Drax Freling a fugitive for crimes against the entire werewolf species. Miss Rissa and Miss Lily, whose photographs also appear below, have also been declared wanted, dead or alive, for aiding and supporting the fugitive."

15 Momma’s told me once or twice—and sometimes I remember—about the doll I had when I was really little. Samelsa. A name I made up myself. Mom says I wouldn’t stand for it when anyone dared mishear me and try to call her ‘Sam’. “Sam is a girl-name for hookers and strippers. Maybe waitresses,” she says. “I think you knew that, too. Even then. If people dared call your doll ‘Sam’ you’d give them the blackest evil eye. That look on your face! It was like a witchy old woman who’d just caught her neighbor’s dog peeing on her front porch.”

“Layana…” “I’m ok, Drakayaan, obey Declan,” she said to the dragon who whipped his head back and looked at Declan, their eyes met - flaming red against crackling grey as Declan’s powers surfaced. The two stared off for a second before Drakayaan whipped his head around once again. Layana carefully transferred herself onto the slimmer and longer body of Dragina stroking her scales before she whipped into the sky. Declan smirked watching Layana on her silvery dragon. She looked at him smiling

“Two Alphas want her.” Ms. Blackwood’s face drained of color. “That’s impossible,” she muttered, shaking her head. “He wouldn’t—Draven would never allow...” “Draven doesn’t own her,” Lena interrupted sharply. “And maybe that’s what you all forget. He can claim land, he can claim power, but not people. Not anymore.” The tension was electric. Ms. Blackwood looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. “You’re lying,” she whispered, her tone uncertain now. “Jacob wouldn’t… he couldn’t schoose someone like you.”

She pointed at me. The other two girls giggled behind their glasses, whispering as though I couldn’t hear. I steadied my breath, answering calmly, “Good evening, ladies. I am Aurora Blackwood.” I said with a smile and I got no response. Orla’s smile widened, sugar laced with poison. “Good evening indeed. Though I suppose the mood must be a little sour for you, Aurora. Didn’t you hear? Everything….every single thing….is going to Dylan now. The contracts, the inheritance, the name. What will you be left with? After you were jumping up and down calling yourself Mrs Blackwood. You forgot Rylan is nothing.”

"Shh...everything's fine. Draya left to get some rest. And as to why you're here? It's because you fainted at the gallery. Remember?" She tried to remember what happened but it was a blurry mess in her head. "Hardly." Dreidan felt bad that she had problems remembering things. "Its fine. I'm here for you." "And who are you?" She asked quizzically. Dreidan smiled nervously. "Dreidan Vaughn. But you once called me Mr. Black. Or you can just call me Dre. I'm okay with any." "I'm sorry I don't remember much, but are you the guy we came to see? The Uhh...mafia guy?" She asked in a low tone.

She simply moved to the bed and collapsed onto the soft mattress, sinking into the comfort. *** Several hours has passed, Darla stand in front of the mirror. She was wearing a sleek black dress which embraced her figure, smooth fabric clinging to her skin. The high slit stopped just at her thigh, revealing just enough to turn heads. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail—tight, flawless. Against her collarbone rested a red pearl necklace, gleaming under the dim hotel lighting. The same bold red adorned the bag in her hand. She looked powerful. She needed to be powerful.

Blake’s eyes widened, surprised to hear about me having a Gamma, but it was honestly the first thing that popped into my head. “Are you an idiot?” Drusilla asked me, sneering at me as she marched towards us. “You can’t have a Gamma, you’re a human. And if for some reason you really are Elliot’s second chance mate, then I would be your Gamma. Though, I highly doubt the goddess would torment me with such a weak Luna. Then again, she’s turned her back on us all, so why not throw another wrench in my life?” Drusilla’s rage was like the rapids, starting slow, and building crazily as it went. “Besides, what would holding Blake’s hand show him, aside from your clear idiocy? That’s not how he would

“We have to get out of here. Draco is going to use us to make them do his will. What if he demands for their life in exchange for ours?” Clint is right. Xena and Diana will do anything for us and Draco knows it. A few minutes later, a chaos breaks loose in the Deep as the women show us how it is done. We might be stronger, but they are masters at this psychological game. It did not take long for Draco to have a complete mental breakdown. The witches must still remember Diana and her teeth, because they look terrified when they see her. It is not just Diana, the women look so mean and so hot with their razor-sharp teeth going through the multitudes of witches.

Something forms, and my entire attention is on this little creature for a second. ‘Mine!’ Lucas and I mindlink at the same time, our shared attention on the girl. We envision her growing up, the image so vivid it blocks out the rest of the fight for a second. We see her laugh, cry, fall and succeed. We see the future she fled from, why she chose to come here. And we know. Druida is Mirage Blackmoon, daughter of Luna Maddison and Alpha Liam Blackmoon. She has come here to protect her parents from dying a horrible death and her brother from becoming the greatest evil the realms have ever seen.