Stake Damsel Novels & Stories

Then he passes and passes again, making it clear what he would like her to understand. She was so tired, she decided to take it. The dream was divided, she didn't know how many parts, but it was obvious that it wasn't a single one. She didn't care how many times he shared, she just tried to understand, again, what he was talking about. Anyway, what seemed to be the first, showed a young woman, who had not passed her seventeen years, who was sitting in a garden so flowery that it hurt so much brightness and color. She was so beautiful that it wasn't like something that was easily noticed in the garden, it seemed like she was part of it, like her queen, her lady. So she nicknamed her as Dama.

Call me disgusting, cruel or whatever because I am everything that Humans hates. Darcy goes to the Alpha Xandier who is looking at her with admiration and respect. He holds her hand and shouts out to his pack "This is your Luna, my queen and my mate" The whole of the pack sits on their knees and bow to their queen. Darcy smiles proudly. This is the moment she has been waiting for and this is making her feel proud and she is feeling out of the world right at the moment. The Alpha pulls her closer and kisses her infront of the pack. Darcy kisses him back with equal vigour. They both break the kiss and look at the pack.

Its head was tucked tightly against its body, one emerald eye watching her approach. "I'm Saffron. I'm here to help you. Can you show me where you're hurt?" she asked softly. The eye regarded her suspiciously and didn't move. "Please," she pleaded. She stabbed her torch into the ground and appealed to the beast. She wasn't sure if it could even understand her, but she knew that dragons were intelligent creatures.

Her eyes were teary as she clutched onto her teddy bear. “Princess Kira! you are back!” she exclaimed happily, “Let us free Lana!” she then directed me to a dungeon leading to an endless tunnel. to the further end was lana, looking so weak and sick as she sat on the ground. “Lana!” Samira exclaimed, “the princess is back!” Lana instantly sat upright, “I knew you would win.” I smirked, “Of course, you put your trust in me. Now stand back” I instantly burned the metal of the cell and let her out.

"That's what I want. Your sister. Your wife. Your child. All of it." Damien's Alpha-aura ripped loose. He raised a hand, and his strongest strike began to gather in his palm. I closed my eyes, ready. The hand came down — and stopped, an inch from my forehead. He was shaking. His eyes locked on mine. Then he slammed the strike into the stone pillar beside me. The pillar cracked open. Splinters of stone flew. He bent close to my ear, his voice clawed up from somewhere underground. "Lock her and the elf-child in the deepest cage. After Ophelia delivers, I'll handle her myself."

“Of course you do. Everyone’s so afraid of him. But I won’t sit here and wait for Damien to strip the title away from Valric.” Bianca hesitated, then closed the door. “Damien is stronger than any of us. What exactly are you planning?” Stella’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Easy—hit him where it hurts most. Make him weak.” Bianca’s brows furrowed. “You mean his mate?” “Yes. The goddess gave him another chance to have a mate, and that’s his undoing. Now, he has a weakness. That little bond of his… I’ll turn it into a noose around his neck.”

"I wan​t the no​rthern land​ t‍rust, and I want t‍h‍e p​eopl‌e who killed my father. You have the‌ a⁠cce⁠ss, and I h‌ave th‌e​ firepower. We play a ne⁠w ga⁠me now, Ce⁠le‌s‍te.​" "What kin​d of game‍?" "A marriag‍e of convenience," Damien whi⁠spere​d, his voic⁠e dripping with dark promise. "You become the next M⁠rs. Vane. We present‍ a‍ u‌nited front to the sy‍ndicate, t​a⁠king the crown right out of‌ my mo‌ther's hands. Do this​,⁠ and I save you​r s​afehouse. Ref​use, a⁠nd I hand y⁠ou back to Julianna."‍

– He asked, sitting down on one of the cushion chairs while a woman came forward and massaged his feet. “Something happened while you weren’t here, my king.” Damon’s eyes snapped open. Again? “Tell me.” Antonio sighed. “The dungeons was attacked by the black wolves. Some of our men were wounded.” “The dungeon? Why would they do that?” “They only got two prisoners out, my king.” Damon had an idea on who it was. “Who?” “Miss Shahila and a wild woman named Kalla.” Damon gulped and closed his eyes. Shahila just proved him correct with his allegations.

"That fucking slut.....where in the world did he go. No matter how far you go Jun, I'll make sure to drag you back here. You can't escape this easily, I won't let you. You will regret what you did." Mrs. Yu was determent on getting Jun back no matter what, she made some calls and sat on her armchair with an evil smirk. "I'll get you here back my slave." _________________________________________

It was filled with wolves and dark witches. “But priestess. We don't know the Southern City well,” Amanda, one of the witches, said. “I know,” the priestess replied, and smiled. “That is why we will use the name box.” She clapped her hands gently and a white transparent box appeared. Inside were papers. “Inside the box are papers that would define your fate. So…” she said, “good luck.” I gulped. I hated the sound of that with all my heart. Her hand rested on the top of the open box and she smiled. “Begin,” She commanded.