Fail Safe Dramione Novels & Stories

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

“He saved me. In that core. He showed me what it meant to be human.” She pressed the Abort sequence instead. The screens shifted: “Override Aborted. Kernel Reboot → Standby.” The guardians powered down. The doors slid open. Damien realized she’d broken Monroe’s final failsafe—and spared herself. “There’s more to life than your programming,” Damien said, reaching for her hand. Seraph let him take it. The gold in her eyes softened. Behind them, Null’s voice crackled: “Backup core is destabilizing. Facility collapse in sixty seconds.”

I added. He hesitated, a flicker of unease passing over his features, before he looked at Vivian. "Let's go inside. Forget about her." Vivian pursed her lips in displeasure and reached out to stop me. "Don't go!" She deliberately lifted a hand to flick her hair, letting that enormous pink diamond catch the light. God, that stone was obscene, its fire practically stabbing my eyes. She leaned slightly toward Aaron, her voice low, almost conspiratorial.

“Vance. If you have any idea—any—about how to break its control, now’s the time.” Elara stared at the monitor, at the neural waveform, at the readouts, and something in her eyes shifted from panic to grim concentration. “I—” she began, then swallowed. “There was a failsafe.” The room went still. Dante felt a flash of hope so sharp it almost hurt. “A failsafe?” Elara’s voice shook. “Not for Ouroboros. For… for the interface layer. The thing that coordinated the containment systems. We called it—”

My stomach dropped. “Primary target remains Melissa Carter,” it continued. Then it looked down at Jamal. “But secondary failsafe candidate identified.” The world tilted. “No,” I said again, weaker this time. Jamal looked up slowly, eyes unfocused. “What… does that mean,” he whispered. The failsafe’s gaze was steady. Absolute. “It means,” it said calmly, “if primary correction fails…” It paused and for the first time, I felt something like anticipation ripple through the air. “…you will replace her.”

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.

His pointed nose complemented his prominent cheekbones. "And that's Amara Zhane Constantine." I focused my attention on the one and only girl in their group. Unlike me, who has paperwhite skin, she had a burnished complexion. When Alistair spoke, her gleaming, heavenly-white teeth flashed as she smiled. Her pointed nose, red lips, and beautiful brown eyes stood out. Her graceful and elegant actions captivated me. I think I've found another girl crush! "Of course, there is Zeeve Maxim Bullecer."

Alex shouted, firing a shot that sent an operative crumpling to the floor. “They don’t need to,” Lena replied grimly. “They just have to keep us here until the detonation.” “Then we need to make this quick!” Reese yelled, reloading her weapon. --- Maya’s Breakthrough Maya’s green eyes locked onto a flashing icon on the console’s screen. The word “FAILSAFE” glowed in ominous red letters. “I found it!” she exclaimed, her heart racing. “Do it!” Zane barked, his voice laced with urgency.

He pulled up the image as Jasper and Myra came in the room. “Checking on her?” Myra asked softly and Dracon nodded. Jasper looked at the screen and frowned when they saw her still in the same spot. They watched as the council approached. Dracon quickly ran out and shifted to fly to her. The council kept trying to talk to her, but she ignored them as she zoned out. She picked up the twins in her arms and walked over to Romero’s grave and then she sat between Romero’s and Baudouin’s graves. “I failed you Romero…I failed our babies…and Jonathan…and our pack…and Dylan….Everyone…everyone…I failed everyone….”

How are you going to answer that? Draco never looked away from Daemon but his voice remained calm. "You're wasting time." "So that's a yes?" Daemon teased. "Daemon." His tone sharpened by a fraction. "Review the security footage." Daemon shook his head and said, "I'm in the middle of a conversation." "No." A pause. "You were." Another, "Now you're following orders." Daemon groaned loudly enough for everyone to hear. "You've become impossible." "I've always been impossible." Draco admitted back.