Marked Dramione Novels & Stories

Damon asked, his voice low and even. "It's the package, sir," Marcus replied, his expression grim. "It's been stolen." Damon's face turned red with rage. "What do you mean it's been stolen?" he thundered. Marcus took a step back, his eyes darting nervously around the hallway. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what happened. One minute it was there, the next it was gone." Damon's anger was palpable. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his fists clenched at his sides.

Faelon growled roughly and Atlas proceeded to ask where he had gotten the pills. "I got them off some fucked up bitch with one eye by the market," Travis laughed and Faelon reached out and started squeezing the spirit's neck. Surprisingly he was actually choking the bastard and enjoying it. His blue hellfire crackled through the spirit. Travis Hamilton disintegrated into a gooey mess in Faelon's grip and Atlas exhaled deeply.

He took a small sip of his brandy. The door opened and Lorna came in. She saw the mark on Mitch's neck and her eyes glistened in excitement. "Is that why you called for me?" She laughed. "This should be a celebration, don't you think so, Draco?" "Take a seat, Lorna," Mitch said in a low tone. Lorna's mood changed when she saw that her humor had not returned. She turned to look at Draco as she took a seat opposite Mitch. "What's wrong?"

“I won’t speak on her but I will tell you to be careful with her. She might be your karma.” I almost laughed. Dante was too practical to believe in karma. “She not my karma—” “The things we’ve done are enough for karma to be real.” “Either way, Viola is not my karma. If you met her, you would know she’s a good wife and a pleasant person to be around. She also has something about her that pulls people to her. Even Lucia is warming up to her.” He shook his head and stared at me incredulously. “I’ve never heard you say someone is pleasant to be around. What is that girl giving you? She’s the daughter of the biggest snake in the game. Are you sure you want to warm up to her?”

"What kind of something?" "A journal." His grip tightened a bit around mine. "She had plans in place... even if she failed." I barely breathed. "Plans?" He nodded, his expression turning dark. "And a name. Someone we don't know." Dread curled in my stomach like smoke. "Who?" I asked, barely above a whisper. Damon's gaze met mine. "Elijah." The moment the name left his lips, a shiver ran down my spine. I didn't know why, but deep down I knew one thing for certain. Maya might be dead, but the danger wasn't over. Not yet.

“No matter how much you take, you’ll still be nothing.” His smirk deepened. “We’ll see about that.” Then he yanked me by the arm, dragging me across the marble floor. My knees scraped the polished tiles, but I didn’t care. I just kept cursing him, calling him every filthy name I could think of. That’s when Monica stepped into view, her heels clacking confidently against the floor. “Draco,” she called sweetly, “I did my part. I gave you everything...every detail about their affair. I think I deserve compensation, don’t you?”

I hid my reaction when I saw a red dot flicker twice on his forehead before it disappeared entirely. Dominic was letting me know he had my back. "Come on, what's taking you so long?" I whined scrunching my face and titling my head. I leaned back onto my flat palms and spread my legs even further. Lucas eyes were bloodshot, he aged about ten years in the span of five minutes. "Sorry, I-I think I drank too much." He whispered clutching his head before swaying but I got up and wrapped my arm around his waist to steady him. If he fell and got knocked out then all of this would have been for nothing.

If that ends up being the case, both he and Bree will have their hands full. “No, actually you stay. It would be good to get your take on this.” I saw as relaxes back into the armchair a bit, while still keeping his elbows on his knees, like he’s already planning a strategy for whatever is going on. He’s a lot like Jacob in that respect, I realize. Like Jacob, Dax, while an adult, is also still young and is determined to do his job well (which he always does), taking things very seriously as to not be looked upon as a pup. That’s when she arrives. The woman who taught me about compassion, taught me how to care for a pack, also taught me how to fight, and how to make the best damn chocolate c

He was young, maybe my age or a few years younger, with unkempt dark hair, crooked teeth, and dark eyes. I had to force down the shiver from the sickening look he was giving me. It was one I’d had aimed at me before, but back then I was on stage and holding all the control. I had no control and no recourse anymore. Before he finished Domenico emerged, grabbed the slug by the neck, and threw him to the ground. “Don’t try and mark what isn’t fucking yours,” Domenico growled. “She ain’t yours either,” the slug spat as he jumped back up to his feet, glaring at Domenico.

He asserts in a cold indifferent voice. Declan looks at him incredulously, “Just this morning, you firmly denied her as your second mate, and now, you are having a marking ritual? You truly are unpredictable.” Alpha Damon's striking face shows he's clearly dissatisfied by his cousin’s words, but he can't refute his assertion. He hesitates as he contemplates his response. Though he is tempted to offer the same excuse he gave to Sera, he despises the thought of demeaning the significance of the marking ritual to his own family.