Remain Nameless Dramione Novels & Stories

“And I know when it comes to matters of the heart, he would let me decide in the end. I’ve made my decision, Alpha Vincent.” Eliana’s voice cracked as she spoke again, her sobs uncontrollable now. “Lucas… I’m begging you. Father do something! He can't leave me for that bitch. Serena can't be Luna. She's a nobody. She'd be a nameless luna! A Nameless Luna!…”

When she had greeted him this morning, he had simply replied to her quickly and walked away making her heart sink to the deepest pit of her stomach. Damien would steal glances at Kira and the moment he noticed that she was about to look his way, he'd looked away not wanting to be caught. He was battling with what he felt and refused to believe he did all of that on his own accord. He desperately wanted to believe Damon did all of that and not him. "Are you ready to speak now?" Draco asked and after finally giving up on being resistant, the creature nodded his head weakly. "Good. Now, let's begin with your name and what you bastards are really called. I'm curious buddy, what exactly are you p

he whispered, his icy blue eyes locking onto mine from across the table as his hand clutched mine. “Excuse me?” I frowned, snatching my hand out of his grip as if it had been burned. “Regina!” He called out again. “I…it’s you…” “I’m sorry, I think I already told you my name. It’s Leonora Vincenzo.” I kept every emotion out of my voice. “You must be mistaking me for someone else.” “Like hell I am!” Draco stood up from his seat, slamming his hands on the table, making several of the dishes rattle from the force of it. “You…you’re alive!”

Mira muttered to herself as her facial expression changed immediately. “Are you serious about what you just said? Wow, who would have thought Draco always knew Kimberly.” Killian said to Alpha Damien. Damien was not too surprised because there was a time he noticed that Draco was too caring to Kimberly but then he also thought Draco was just caring and that's all. “It is over now, because Kimberly no longer recognise him.” It was funny to Killian that Kimberly would forget the way Draco looked when they shared so much when they were younger. “Are you sure she really doesn't remember him again?” Draco asked Alpha Damien because he was finding it hard to believe.

“I just want her name.” I grabbed the glass and threw it against the wall. It shattered instantly. Dan flinched. “Isabella!” he blurted quickly. “Her name is Isabella.” I leaned back in my chair. “Good.” “Was that so hard?” Dan rushed to replace my drink. “Dan,” I said calmly. “Yes Draco?” “That girl will be my dancer from now on.” His eyes widened. “When I call for her… she will come.” “Is that clear?” “Yes, Draco.”

he began, his voice echoing against the marble walls, “we close a chapter written in blood.” He turned to me. “And we begin a new one.” All eyes fell on me — Lyra Draven though to many, I was still Mia, the masked stranger who’d once danced in the shadows of lies. Damion’s voice carried over the murmurs. “You all knew her as Mia, the woman who rose from nothing. But what you didn’t know, what none of you could have known is that she was never just Mia. She was Lyra Draven, daughter of Nathan and Lucy Draven. Heir of Moonshine. Twin to Nyla.”

“Erasing Blackwood.” The woman lifted both hands. The ground trembled. Above them, something enormous moved through the settlement. Luna felt her own memories shift. For one terrible second, she looked at Darius and couldn't remember his family name. Then it returned. “Darius.” He turned toward her. “Say your name.” His expression changed. “Darius Blackwood.” “Again.”

She couldn’t wait to get to know the father she didn’t even know she had. It was a quick peaceful breakfast and after everyone was filled, they went their separate ways. Except Violet, who was looking for Elizabeth like she was waiting for her. Confused Elizabeth asked Violet what she had planned for the day to which Violet replied, “today I will spend with you and begin your training as the next in line Luna.” Elizabeth galped looking toward Brian who just shrugged his shoulders and gave a smile. Giving him one last hug, she walked toward her new Luna ready to learn everything, because she knew nothing about packs, or wolves or even about herself.

Because guessing wouldn’t help. Hale’s gaze shifted past him. To her. Of course. Damon turned. Slowly. The woman stood exactly where she had been. Calm. Unmoved. Unafraid. For the first time Damon really looked at her. Not as an ally. Not as a solution. But as a variable. “…who are you?” he asked again. This time She answered. “My name is Elara.” The name meant nothing. And everything. Hale exhaled softly.

"No, not Miss Carter. She is Luna of the Black Thorn Pack," said Patrick. The makeup artist was confused. "What?" "She is my mate." Patrick glanced at the makeup artist. "What do you think you should call her?" The makeup artist's face paled, and sweat immediately appeared on her forehead. Her delicate makeup was ruined by sweat. Damon, who was behind the crowd, suddenly raised his head. He stared blankly at the couple not far from him. In the next moment, he lowered his head, but he no longer concealed the hatred and sadness in his eyes.