Leave No Crumbs Dramione Novels & Stories

I stumbled back into the bedroom, my hands shaking as I grabbed the small enchanted pouch from the nightstand. It was empty. Completely empty, except for a tiny pile of fine, silver dust at the bottom. I poured the silver dust into my palm. The last remains of sixty-six moonlight crystals. Every single one was gone. "No… no, this can't be..." my voice trembled. The memory hit me like a tidal wave. Our mating night, six years ago. Elysia’s eyes were filled with happy tears. "These sixty-six crystals," she’d said, "they mean I can forgive you sixty-six times. But if they ever run out, I'm leaving."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and let her lead me forward. The dining hall was bustling. Warriors, omegas, and ranked members filled the long tables, the scent of fresh bread and roasted meat wafting through the air. Damon wasn't here. I wasn't surprised. "Luna," Beta Caleb greeted as I approached. His tone was respectful, but I could see the tension in his eyes. Whatever he and Damon had been dealing with last night, it hadn't gone away. Francine nudged me toward a seat near the head of the table. "Sit, eat."

Draco admitted back. "One day," Daemon said as he reluctantly headed toward the door, "someone's going to ignore your orders." Draco answered without hesitation. "They're welcome to try." Daemon looked back at me one last time and offered an exaggerated bow. "I'll collect that dance another night, Crimson Mistress." I smiled politely. "I'll think about it." "You'll miss me." He winked back. I smirked and said, "I doubt that." He laughed. "I definitely like her."

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

There was something about his laugh that made her feel all tingly inside, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. “I never said I’d just stand still and let you kill me, but I have a feeling, when you see what I want to show you that you won’t want to kill me after all.” Nya couldn’t imagine a situation where she wouldn’t want to kill him--if what she thought he had done was reality. The longer she spoke to him, however, the more she began to wonder if everything her father had ever told her about a Dragon Moon wasn’t true. “I’ll be the judge of that,” Nya said.

How Draco missed everything about Astrid. Draco's chest felt tight. His vision was blurry with tears. An unbearable longing welled up in Draco's chest. "Astrid. Astrid. I miss you so much," Draco repeatedly said without realizing it. Only silence answered Draco. He wiped his tears and walked towards the lake in the cave. Draco completed his final assignment before leaving for the Centralis Capital in the Fortis Kingdom. He plunged himself into the lake, then stuck a branch of the Sacred Mana Tree firmly at the bottom of the lake's ground. The branch grew rapidly until it became a tree that poked slightly above the surface of the lake.