Marked Dramione Novels & Stories

Alpha Damien smiled and turned to look at Draco. “Look at him very well, you should be able to recognize him.” Alpha Damien said to Draco. Draco turned to look at Luka again and shook his head. “I really can't recognize him. I don't know who he is.” Draco said to Alpha Damien, he made a first and clenched his teeth angrily, he was so angry that he couldn't do anything to help his friend and even if he did he was going to be suspected as well.

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.

Dorian takes an angry bite of his bread and turns to look back at Ronan, muttering profanities under his breath. Dorian is the son of Winona Cruz – President Cardenas' sister and the Alpha of the Legend pack, where Alpha court is located. It’s not a secret that his older sister is set to become the Luna of the Blackwood Pack. That is, if Ronan can stop postponing his ceremony. “What does your Mom plan to do about it.”

Eventually, the heavy moonstone cast around my hand came off and was replaced with a lighter moonvine brace. Meanwhile, back in Blackwood territory, Drake finally found the letter and moonstone coins I had left behind. “So she’s grown bold now.” Storm clouds darkened his face. Using the steward’s pack link, he finally called me. “Selene, stop acting like a child and running away from home. Scarlett already forgave you, so come back.” “If you keep this up, then the marking cerem…” “Drake, we ended a long time ago.” I cut him off.

It was low and commanding. Draco obeyed without a word, the heavy door clicking shut behind him. Bryce’s pulse raced in his throat, but he couldn’t stop staring at the tattoo carved into Dom’s back. An intricate image of a woman’s face, beautiful and haunting, her eyes seeming almost alive against his skin. Maybe his wife? Cause' it looked nothing like Marcia. Bryce bowed quickly when he snapped back to reality, his hands trembling at his sides. “M-Master…” he whispered, barely able to form the word.

Now, he only had her, the one person he trusted entirely. The doctor arrived to give him medicine once again. Draco was in a state of exhaustion, drifting in and out of consciousness. He weakly leaned against the pillow, the candlelight casting a dim glow. Everything before him, except for Emma's face, seemed unreal. The bitter medicine was brought to his lips. Because he was sometimes awake and sometimes not, he struggled to resist the pain, instinctively trying to fight it. "Draco, this is the second dose of medicine." "... Drink it this time, and you'll get better."

He'd be way too embarrassed if he mentioned it. "I never expected less from her. As much as I hate the Redmoon pack, I know there is something she has that not many of us do." Draco said, feeling proud of himself for not doubting her one bit. "Yeah yeah yeah, whatever! And what is it you have that no one else does?" Damien fired back at him jokingly with a lopsided grin formed on his face as soon as he spoke. Draco laughed, "Fuck off you crazy idiot!" Draco replied to his friend jokingly, earning a light smack from Damien who was also laughing.

He was right behind her, practically on her heels. Nya didn’t dare speak his name aloud for fear she’d be told that there had been a mistake and somehow Gavin had been the only sacrifice who had accidentally been eaten, or otherwise killed, by the dragon. Still, she felt the need to be honest. “The sacrifice you took from Frindom last year. His name is Gavin. Do you know him?” She didn’t turn to look over her shoulder at Slate for fear she’d fall. She’d almost reached the bottom now, and her heart was pounding in her chest as she rushed to get down to the level where all of the people were. “Do I know him?” Slate repeated, as if he wasn’t sure what she’d said. “Yes, of course I do.”

“Why the hell would I lie to you?” “I don't know, you tell me.” He muttered. Soonie folded her arms, whatever brought him here was serious. Is he going to tell her to stay away from Naomi? Because if that's what he intends to tell her then he's up for a… Damon’s expression didn’t change. “She remembered something,” he said quietly. “A tattoo. A butterfly. On the wrist of the person who pushed her.” Soonie blinked, her mouth parting slightly. “What?”

“What evidence were they looking for? Tell me Moira or I swear—” “The information about the elixir that your ancestors have been keeping, that has blessed your fucking bloodline. You are only standing because of that, because every Luna is given a drop of that elixir before the mating ceremony,” she said, her voice rising an octave with each word until she was also standing and breathing heavily. I glanced at Vladimir, who looked furious. “And you helped them,” I said, my voice shaking with rage. “No wonder we could never find evidence.” Moira let out a hysterical laugh. “Why wouldn’t I?”