Homestuck Damara Novels & Stories

Mia pressured. I turned back to look at Damien. He was… Mia would tell me to admit it. He was freaking handsome. He was muscular, strong. The more I looked at him, the more I felt attracted to him. The more I wanted to hold him. The more I wanted to grab his hands and his whole body. The more my lips wanted to kiss his. "Run away Elara. Go somewhere far. Damien would not accept you as a mate. He told me. His heart is already locked up. Clara took his heart with him. There's no place for you." His wolf told me.

Amaria was pretty good at hiding and not being noticed, she did this all the time at the castle: anytime she wanted to steal food, or just leftovers; She has never been caught. Dove finally arrived at the spot Elex was, she transformed into her human form and stomped her feet onto the ground, she swing forward her arms and aimed at the feet of the Daemon boar, a massive ice icicle appeared from the ground and strikes the feet of the Daemon boar, making it stumbled back and fall. Dove rushed to Elex immediately and helped him up.

I don't know what happened after that. The sound of someone outside her tent brought her back. She cautiously opened the flap and looked outside. There was Dagomarus and he was picking up some shredded clothing. She looked down at herself and realized that it was her clothing. Crap, stupid pack is still in the truck. Well, he's seen it before, but now it's different. She crawled out of the tent and stood up. Strangely enough, she felt great; fully rested and energetic. She looked over to see that Damien had stopped and he was looking at her. However, the expression on his face wasn't what she expected when she stepped out naked.

Emma rubbed her chin and smiled, thinking about sharing a room with Elias. “You don't seem to hate this idea, do you?” Damian smirked, making her blush. “Okay, deal!” Emma exclaimed. “I'll go pack my things. I don't have too much stuff, so I'll be out in 30 min.”

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she remembered the lady telling her that, voice cracking from the emotions. A playful smirk etched across Minah's lips. “How do you know I’m not her?” “Hell may freeze, but Damara will never return to this mansion ever. And I have no idea how you were still alive but I know who you are. I know everything about you." Her forehead creased. She started to become curious. "Who do you think I am?" "Damara keeps talking about you, when she was still here. How you took good care and love her despite her being a burden,” Yaya Dubs answered, her voice started to shake from despair.

You don't get to walk back in and take her away from me. Damon turned to his brother, his expression filled with anger. Darius, I never wanted to take her away from you. I wanted you to be happy. But the truth is— Amara is my mate. The bond between us, it's not something I can ignore anymore. Amara's hands trembled as she wrapped her arms around herself, tears streaming down her face. I don't know what to do, she whispered. I don't know whom to believe. Darius's heart sank as he saw her pain. He stepped forward, his voice softening.

guessed Athen. The handsome, sharp-nosed young man nodded and then took a long breath. It was tiring having nightmares and getting pieces of riddles that he didn't know the answers to. "What did you dream this time?" asked his mother, taking over the seat next to him. "A girl crying in the corner of the room with sad cries," Damaresh replied, looking straight ahead. Looking at the beautiful flow of the river was quite soothing. Silence. Both were busy with their thoughts. Damaresh was busy thinking about the puzzle pieces in his dream, while Athena was busy thinking about how long this shadow would stay in her family's life. The past events traumatized her enough that she didn't want to repe

Jasmina asked, “You’re not going, right?” “I’m not missing it,” Amara said. Scene Seven – Lisbon, Midnight The old ballroom stank of wine and rotted wealth. Damien waited alone at the head of a broken table. A glass of red in one hand. A pistol on the table. Amara entered without hesitation. He stood. “Amara Varela. The fire queen herself.” She didn’t blink. “Damien Nero. The bastard who crawled out of his father’s corpse.” He laughed. “We have the same blood, you know.”

He glanced at me, silently pleading for assistance, but I simply raised an eyebrow, watching the scene with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “Uh… Amara, I’m fine,” Damian stammered, rubbing his arms in discomfort as he tried to avoid her gaze. “But I… I have responsibilities to attend to, so…” Amara ignored his attempt to escape, taking another step closer as she placed a hand on his arm, her gaze fixed intently on him. “Oh, come now, don’t be so distant. You’re the Beta, after all—second only to Hades. You and I would make quite a team, don’t you think?”