Falling Dark Dramione Novels & Stories

I know Damon is here, but my impaired vision doesn't see him. The shapes and colors are mixed together. I no longer know what is real or what is a projection of my troubled mind. I see Damon move, but I can't say for sure. I seem to be outside myself, as if my soul is being pulled out of my body. I feel light... "Don't worry, I'll take care of you" And I faint. **

Draco managed to cast a spell breaking the bubble before he died. “Xael!” Xena cries out in horror. Shit! We are falling right into the blazing flames. I don’t see us surviving this. My eyes stay glued on my mate as we fall. She looks devastated, I can’t even link with her. “Babe, come on. Look at me,” I urge right when Diana falls on the floor. My heart breaks when Diana’s body convulses. I have to get to her. “We are falling into flames,” Clint reminds me.

Silence fell heavy. Damon turned to me immediately. Not angry. Terrified. “Are you hurt?” “No.” But I was shaking. Not from fear. From something else. A wave of dizziness washed over me. The world tilted. And then everything went dark. ⸻ The Awakening I woke to murmured voices. Selene’s scent. Lila’s hand on mine. Damon pacing. “She collapsed,” Damon growled. “That’s not nothing.” “She didn’t collapse from injury,” Selene said calmly.

Damon and Creon, of course helped by binding them with the Chain of Dark Arts and a cheering roar from the crowd could be heard along with victorious howls accompanying it ! “And that’s instant Karma payback floating in the river, bitches !!!! Wohoooo!!” Jax cheered and if it were possible, I am sure he would have burnt by the glare that Alpha Zoe sent his way. By now, the rain had started to get stronger by the minute after that and everyone hurried back to their respective homes. However, I suddenly felt lightheaded and too drained out clubbed with extreme weakness that soon enough, my naked human body was falling straight towards the sharp rocks by the waterfall !

she asked not taking those chocolate brown eyes off of me. “I do not know what you are talking about, sweetheart but come and lay with me. I need some TLC from my beautiful sexy goddess.” I licked my lips as my eyes ran all over her body. She looked so good in that brown dress that stopped at her thighs and showed off her long tanned legs. “You have been drinking again and do not even think about trying to deny it. I've seen the evidence for myself.” she fumed and wagged a finger at me as if I were a naughty child.

Dark cleans me up and covers me with the blanket and tells me he is very sorry for his father taking advantage of me like that, without me even feeling it. I always knew that Dark is the one who loves me more. He kisses my forehead and leaves as well, promising me that he will return soon. Being all alone in this stupid dark cell, I try to concentrate as hard as I can to get out of this state of numbness. I do it all night long until whatever Dark put in the drinks fades off and I gain my power again. Right when I try to get up, I hear someone walking. It is Dracono with a small bottle in his hand, coming to make sure I preserve the state of numbness.

I looked up to see Julia sitting on a chair placed on the podium, she looked like a fallen angel from the pit of hell. 'Good morning, hunters'. She greeted. 'Good Morning'. We said in unison. She smiled her devilish smile. 'I'm sorry for waking you like that. I had something important to share with you'. She took out a cigarette from the air and a slave behind her lit it for her. She brought it to her mouth and puffed. Her gaze travelled round the hall and it settled on me. 'The next batch is moving today'. Murmurs rose around the hall, people were confused.

Vials of sterile medicine littered the floor like trash. And the whiskey glasses we’d shared… shattered into a thousand tiny shards. "Damien..." My voice trembled. He leaned against the doorframe, annoyed. "Hurry up. Isabella needs this space soon." I knelt, my hand reaching for the broken shards. That's when I saw it. Beneath the opening of his robe. The black rose I’d designed for his chest was gone. Covered by a raw, angry letter "I." Isabella's "I."

he says Damon stands from the couch and goes upstairs leaving Raven deep in thought. Was she going to agree to the agreement? And how sure was she that would not fall for him?

I close the journal before finishing reading it, but my head still throbs with pain. I reach trembling for the glass on the table next to the armchair, but it shatters along with the water in it. The sound of the shattering makes my ears ring so much that I didn't hear Damon coming down the stairs. He approaches me with Taylor, taking my hands in his. The image of the terrified people around me, my hand covered in blood, but also the screams in the background, cloud my vision, and everything turns black.