Marked Dramione Novels & Stories

Marcus promised. "That sounds lovely." Scarlet agreed and her smile couldn't fade as she stared at Draco. It's like I'm eating kamias because I'm constantly grimacing. I am disgusted with that girl. Just the other day, if he could play drama, you'd think he was the one being oppressed, but now the winner of the lottery is still a loser and it's okay if he cheats on Draco. It's creepy.

Then I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, her head leaning close to me, and we started to walk into the house together. *Flashback* "Please! Just name your price and make me famous!" "Make my husband forsake his mistress and fall in love with me again! I'm ready to pay!" "I want to be the most good-looking woman in this village, but I don't really have any money! But I'm willing to serve you!" Jasmine was peering through the window curtain when Helene started calling her from the dining hall. She drew the window drapes firmly closed and stepped into the dining hall.

He stood rigid, his face unreadable, but the storm in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. A sharp vibration cut through the tension, slicing through the noise like a knife. Damien’s phone. The room fell deathly silent. Every movement stilled, every breath held. Slowly, he pulled the device from his pocket. A notification flashed across the screen. A video file. Elena’s stomach clenched, nausea rising in her throat as Damien pressed play. The screen flickered—and then there he was. Draco. Tied to a chair, his small frame stiff with fear. His wide, tear-filled eyes darted around the darkened room. His hands, balled into tiny fists, trembled against the restraints.

Rather, the smile plastered on his face made me think he actually knew something was about to go on. "I, Drake Douglas, Second in command and Beta of the Blood Moon Pack, would like to take Demiana Ranskahov to be my mate in front of all of you to witness!" Drake announced boldly however the pack fell silent. Damien didn't move an inch and the expression in his face never changed, even as Drake went to took Demiana's hand and brought her up to the stage.

Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him, he should at least have a funeral ****

Everyone in the living room turned to look. Damon strode in, flanked by more than a dozen men who quickly surrounded Drake and his group. Drake's face darkened, while Tom's eyes lit up with relief. "Mr. Sumner!" he called out. He knew it—trusting Damon had been the right decision. He and Valarie were saved! Damon didn't acknowledge him or respond. Instead, he walked straight over and sat down across from Drake. "Mr. Mummery, this is Saintornia, not Meristate. You don't get to act out here," Damon said, his tone cold and sharp.

I grabbed him before he could fall and whispered his name, but Draco laughed. “Your King still tries to die for you,” he hissed, stepping closer. “A shame he was always too weak to claim you.” His voice dripped with poison. It was not the roar of an enemy; it was the whisper of a serpent in a child’s ear. Damien spit blood, straightening, and faced Draco. “You will not touch her. Not now. Not ever.” Draco tilted his head. “But I already have.”

Bruce squinted and seemed even more curious as he asked, "Who are you?" Mya smiled. "Are you Damian Lector's family?" Damian was the name of the Lector’s son who sacrificed himself in a battle against the outlands. Since then, his family had been in shambles. The family looked at Mya and Adrian in confusion when they heard his name being mentioned. At that moment, Olga suddenly opened her mouth and pointed at Adrian as she said, "I-I know you… You're War Legate Draco! I've seen you on television!"

Reid rolled his eyes before turning as he went back to the field. Drake smirked, looking back at Scarlet. "So you are the Luna of Onyx pack I've been hearing about?" Scarlet nodded. "Yeah, thank you for you the ride again. See you later," Scarlet cheerfully waved before wheeling as she went after Reid's retreating back. Drake watched as they disappeared down the hill before driving away, a smirk on his lips. """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""

The humans seemed to wilt at the news while the werewolves smiled in triumph knowing the mate would be of their kind and now they had the chance to get rid of this forced human queen. "Her name is Fiona. My wife. Your queen!" He boomed and everyone stilled like a statue along with her. Draco cupped her chin tilting her head up before pecking her on the lips. "She's not a chosen mate, Fiona is my fated mate. Moon Goddess chose her for me." Draco said proudly with his chest puffed out. He noticed the eyes full of malice and his face hardened. "I've marked my beautiful wife." He said calmly.