Marked Dramione Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Thank you, your grace." Nylian ruffled his hair and joined his lover for their first dance. "Shall we dance son?" the red-haired offered her dance. "With great pleasure." he bowed to her and held her hand. Everyone was amazed by the two Gemmas dancing next to them. Their shiny red and diamond hairs were brightening the main hall with their strong lights. Jimmy could not stop looking at his mother, he was so happy to finally have her in his life. It was too beautiful that it was so difficult for him to believe it.

“He’s on the verge of abandoning the pack, Draco. Abandoning Nightshade itself. All for a girl.” That brought out a long, amused laugh from Draco. “A girl?” he echoed mockingly. “Gods above, don’t tell me. Some high ranking Alpha daughter? A political match gone wrong? Or wait…” He gasped dramatically. “Don’t tell me it’s one of those innocent virgins from a storybook. Don’t tell me big, bad Damon found himself a damsel to suddenly ‘fix’ him.” Nyla’s jaw tightened. “Worse, Draco. She’s an Omega.”

He was happy to see the female belonged to Alfos, but that joy crashed at Draco’s words. “She’s my soon-to-be Luna.” Draco said, stepping out from behind Edrand. His glowing gaze settling on Isolde. Edrand blinked, gazing at Draco with a gaped mouth. “Your soon-to-be Luna? That’s…impossible!” He shrieked, his eyes turned murderous as he looked back at Isolde. “You can’t stand…” “Fuck!” Draco hissed, cutting Edrand off. With speed, he grabbed Edrand and moved him away and into the tower. Their steps echoed as they moved along the hall until they barreled into Draco’s study.

Whispers rippled. Dominic stepped forward then, his aura slamming down like thunder. “Enough.” His gaze cut through the crowd. “Lyra Graves is my mate. My Luna. And I will not hear her questioned again.” He drew me down gently, his hand steady on my back as I knelt. From a velvet box, he lifted the silver-etched crown of the Bloodhound Luna. When he placed it on my head, the hall erupted—howls and applause, unity vibrating the stone walls.

I smiled and sat next to Killian as my eyes drifted over to Draco, he was staring at me and smirking into his glass of bourbon. My heart tightened and I wished I could rip his blood filled heart out. "Never knew Draco was so into the Hollywood celebrity news! He is so fun to speak with. He is actually giving me latest updates that I didn't even know I missed out on!" Daciana screeched, enthusiastically clapping her hands and smiling like a baby.

I yelled, raising my leg to kick him, but it was like he anticipated my move, and caught my leg mid-way. “Zara, why do you want it the hard way?... I won't go easy on you anymore, seeing that are so defiant,” Draco growled, making me scoff. “I don't care, you evil man, you killed my men, you killed, Theon and Jamie,” I screamed. Draco chuckled, then he said, “I didn't kill two of them Zara, I killed only Theon. Jamie is still alive but will soon be dead, just like your friend Lia over there.”

Xavier started. “I’m an Omega,” Draymond replied. “I was born as an Omega. My father has been a chef since he was fifteen and he’s fourty five now. Last week, he celebrated 30 years of uselessness. He thinks it’s an achievement to be stuck in a smoke filled kitchen for thirty years. My mum is an Omega as well. She has spent well over twenty years supervising other Omega’s…more like being the queen of slaves, my elder brothers are Omega’s. They spend their day moulding bricks for Jaime’s new palace. I hope the bastard dies in his sleep. And Karla is an Omega as well. She scrubs the floor of Jaime’s palace every single time he or his stupid mate walks past. Do you think that is the kind of lif

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.

He stared at the screen for a moment, then typed slowly. “You think you're clever, little Wolf. But the forest belongs to me.” He hesitated. Then sent the message. Let Damien know he wasn’t the only one watching. Let her know, through him, that the real game hadn’t even started. He looked back at the footage one last time—Domica standing beneath the chandelier, mask half-shed, light spilling across her face like a final, deadly vow. Her lips moved in the recording. A whisper. Too soft to capture fully.

At the studio, red lights glowed softly as music filled the room. I watched Marlene dance—raw and emotional. When she saw me, tears spilled from her eyes. “Marlene,” I whispered, freezing when I saw the mark on her face. I stopped the music and sat beside her on the floor. “Your dad,” I said quietly. “It’s none of your business,” she snapped. I held her hand anyway—and noticed the ring. “The same one,” I murmured. “It’s for the top ranks of the academy,” she said. “Only those tied to Blackwood have it.”