Stake Damsel Novels & Stories

We were the storm they didn’t know they were waiting for. A woman—tall, blonde, too polished to be real—slithered up to Damien and placed a manicured hand on his chest. “Well, well,” she purred. “I haven’t seen you downtown in a while. When did the playboy become so… tamed?” Damien didn’t respond. He only tugged me closer by the waist. I rolled my eyes and knew exactly what he wanted. I plastered a smile across my face and slid my hand over his chest knocking the woman’s hand off, as I tilted my head with mock sweetness.

“We both know what Vasilisa is like. She’s the very definition of a devilish girl. She wants Axel Moretti. And Damien wants that deal signed. He’s going to pour everything he has into making it happen.” A beat. “And the girl with Axel…” Mirror woman said, even quieter. “The one with him. Did you see her?” My heart lodged in my throat. “She looked terrified.” “She should be,” Stall woman said. “This isn’t a place for outsiders. Especially not one like her.” One like…me? What the hell does that mean? “Well,” the one in the stall continued, “if Damien Morozov gets what he wants, she’ll be gone one way or another. We both know that’s what mistresses are for.”

I said. "Well you have now" he said. "Oh please her some space. Hi, I'm Daisy and he is Martin" the lady ellies said. "Nice to meet you" I said smiling. "Well it is an honor to meet you, your highness" they said. " Oh no! I am no Royal" I said backing away with a wave of hand. "You see she is–" " Shut up Martin. Yes you are. You are the Damel. The most powerful witch in the land of the witches and werewolves. This is the reason, you hair is all white and the other Dames have a streak if white hair." she said and they bowed.

You could see my eyes were puffy I cried for my parents who were inside the house and all I could think of is my mom pushing me through the vent to run,her last words to me being "Pain has limits,fear doesn't..promise to always keep your head up so that your crown won't fall.A Queen is what you are,Belle." That's when I realized it was over for them.As the fire went down I decided to go back to see if there is anything valuable left but sadly I got nothing.I remember turning to leave but I got a glimpse of a silhouette but as he came to view I ran to him as if my life depended on him,there he was my fiancé,William.

Selene looks at her, realizing the sincere melancholy in her eyes. "Damian captured my mate and obliged me to partake on his ugly deeds in exchange to keeping my mate alive, ok? Is that what you wanted to hear? There! Now you know. I had to do everything he and Jazmin told me to do in order for my mate to stay alive. I had no cho-"

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

"Sure it’s not. He came in swinging promises and empty credit chips. Thought he could play big. Left limping." “I’m not here to play.” She unzipped the satchel, just enough for the Adrium inside to shine. Not raw. Not cracked. Refined. Ready. "I know what this is worth. And I know what you offer." The woman’s expression shifted, not surprise, but interest. “You want passage.” “I want in.” "And what? Join lover-boy behind the walls? You think the Citadel lets in poets with bleeding hearts?" Abigail stepped forward. "I think they let in what the Fangs smuggle. And I’m paying for that service. Right now."

I wouldn’t take the risk. I read the topic of the page; The White Damsel and the Black Devil. My eyes moved to the content written beside the picture of the girl. Thus the prophecy states; Lo unto a beautiful princess, the devil will come to make her his. No spell, no power, no bell, no tower, can come between their inseparable love. But a sacrifice will have to be made, by one from either side. As it is a story of the hawk and gentle dove. For the challengers, none shall be left alive.

Damien said, his voice sounding incredibly soft yet terrifyingly hollow. The woman swallowed hard, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark robes as she tried to maintain her composure under his intense scrutiny. "My name is Jasmine, Alpha Damien, and I have served the secret order as the primary scribe for the last twelve seasons," she answered, her voice trembling slightly with an underlying fear that she could not entirely conceal.

Caden asked as he got into the living room. Lady Jennifer sadly shook her head and told him, "No. They are here because of your sister is wanted by one Maria Milian. She wants Damian to marry her and will eliminate any woman that stands in her way of becoming Damian's woman," Lady Jennifer calmly explained to Caden, who gasped.