Exit Dramione Novels & Stories

“You can hit me, Alpha but not her.” Waylon walked out of the room as I broke down crying. Everything I have worked for is in jeopardy. I’ve dyed my hair and wear colored contact but I can’t find when my eyes shift. I knew Waylon saw it and so did Jasmine. Axel followed Waylon out and Nova stayed with me. “Nova, I’m going to have to go dark “ “Please just tell him. He’s your mate, he will understand.” “WHAT?” Paul was still in the room.

he smirked, shutting his phone down and dropping it on the table. “Never thought I would see the day” DJ wiped at his eyes as if he actually had tears in them. “Shh.” His mom slapped his dad’s hand. “Don’t ruin this. He’s smiling, DJ.” “I know. It’s scary.” Draya conceded. Dylon looked up, laughing. “I’m fine, you guys. I gotta run.” “Whoa, whoa, not before I've taken your photos, now get in line with your sister.”

Dior grabbed a sobbing Mimi and fumed upstairs past Izan. "Dior, get back here," Dre growled. "Die," Dior growled back at him. "Diorese!" As an answer, a door banged against its hinges and Izan finally made it to the last stair. "When will you tell him you're rejecting her cos you're scared she'll steal him and he'll forget all about you?" "When will you tell Astra you fucked Seline as a replacement?" Dre retorted. Izan's eyes turned deadly. "Yes, let's each mind our business," Dre added before walking out of the pack house and Izan after him. An omega who had witnessed the whole deal from beginning to end shook her head dramatically. "This is a whole lotta mess."

Krystal stop up too and start crying too. From where Damien is in the top room he smirk may be she will leave now that she sees it.

“Is there someone who wants to get out of all this?” They inquired again. There was no answer. “Well...” Drom began his narrative, the soldiers tentatively listening. FIVE YEARS AGO When Drom looked down, he saw the dagger impaled on his side, piercing his heart. He couldn't see anything in Daito's eyes. They were devoid of detail. His irises were completely dark, and he couldn't see anything through his gaze. Drom was kicked out and fell to the ground. The heads picked up his lifeless body and set sail, finally appearing on top of a hill outside the city walls.

“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.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

“They will die if that bubble breaks. They will fall into that inferno.” “Yes, but it won’t happen.” “You have a plan, then?” Cecilia asks. “Of course, you do. You always do.” “I don’t this time,” I am honest with her. “Xena, Xena, Xena. The name that has been on my lips for years,” Draco says before letting out his evil laughter. “Oh, it is just you, Draco. The one-legged witch. You must have PTSD. How is the wound?” “Shut up!”

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.

Please, both of you leave. Amara's voice cracked as she shouted, her desperation echoing in the room. She couldn't bear to look at them any longer. Damon and Darius exchanged tense glances, their expressions shadowed with worry. Neither wanted to leave, but her command left no room for argument. Reluctantly, they nodded and stepped out of the room, the door clicking shut behind them. The moment they were gone, Amara's legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the cold floor. Her hands trembled as she buried her face in them, trying to process.