Falling Dark Dramione Novels & Stories

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

"How's my sister?" "Sound asleep," Vador replied. "Something is wrong," Aleister said entering the room "Someone is coming," his eyes were now shades of grey "Avan,Emma,go,take Avan with you. Go to Alizon" "The dark witches are back," Vador said his eyes changing color." "That's right," someone replied across the room with her back turned. Immediately Vador was tied to a metal chair and so was Aleister. "How's the dark lord?" She asked turning to face them.

She hadn’t expected to fall in love, but here she was. Bjorn and Chelsea had proclaimed their love for each other, and done so publicly. Miriam had said that Fate herself had brought them together, at this particular moment in time, for a mystical purpose. The two lovers had been joined because they were the chosen ones, they were called to be warriors in this moment, in the End Days of lycanthropy.

She was beginning to glow like a brilliant, newborn star in the middle of the dark castle, her presence casting blinding white light into every corrupted shadow of the Dark Moon territory. Duncan’s hands slipped from her face, his human limbs going completely limp as his vision began to fade into a silent, absolute blackness. He collapsed flat onto his back beside her, his chest completely still, his heart giving one final, weak human sound.

The final door bursts open with a sound like a dying star. Damon standing alone after Morwein vanished, shaking, terrified, whispering: “I never wanted this… I never wanted her hurt. I just wanted to matter.” The memory fades. And Damon collapses inside his own mind. ~~~~~ Back to the Council Chamber, I release him slowly, like lowering glass so it doesn’t shatter. Damon falls forward, catching himself on trembling arms, sobbing openly.

Being inside, Charlotte let go of her friend's hand and began to see the whole place a little surprised, because there were red LED lights everywhere, plus there was an area where the DJ played and it was decorated in a very dark and elegant way, the place was big but cozy, had a bar where they served and delivered all the drinks, Charlotte was very excited and happy to be there when suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, she turned around and it was her friend Viviana who with a smile on her face told her: ''Let's go to the bar to order some good drinks and tell you everything that is happening in the company, you will fall backwards when you find out everything I have in store for you!'

I trusted him, and I knew he wouldn’t step out on me. They had these fancy yellow drinks at the big meeting in Marcus’ room, a mimoa? I didn’t know but they were delicious! Before I knew it, I’d had about four of those bad boys and I was feeling good. I really wanted to check out the hotel pool but I would have been way too self conscious down there with all those big fake boobs and huge booties flying around. Heath had a few things to work on so I wandered downstairs to some of the shops. Heath insisted I keep the money we won last night, even though it wasn’t my money we’d gambled with … and I eventually took it. I knew there was no point in arguing.

But the world was already growing dark. The last thing I saw was Draco's eyes—golden and mournful. Then, nothing. Darkness took me.

“He has the means to buy it and fix it up, and he knew I’ve had my eye on it, that’s all.” “Yes, that’s all,” Naomi quips. Kristy, bless her, changes the subject, and we talk about potions the rest of dinner. I carry my empty plate to the sink, looking out at the dark yard for Lucas. He hasn’t come back yet, and I can’t shake the bad feeling that’s growing in the pit of my stomach. Sensing my nerves, Freya shadows into the yard, going after my undead lover. The girls help me clean up the kitchen, and I go upstairs to change into a traditional black dress.

Darkness was a huge part of that. If Damonq could discredit him and cause doubt among his followers, it would be all to the good. Amelia’s body convulsed again, this time a long, violent seizure. The bursts of electricity aided Damonq in finding Darkness’s sliver as it skittered up the brain, looking to slither into the bloodstream. He pinned it down with a concentrated flow of white-hot light, refusing to allow it to get away. Another section incinerated and dropped off, turning to ash. Darkness howled with pain and rage.