Stake Damsel Novels & Stories

We walked towards the ballroom, I was prepared for the evening, I knew every man that was going to try and court me tonight. The low chatter of the men and women in the ballroom could be heard as I walked to the balcony, the clinking of the wine glasses reminding me of the terror that awaited me in the room. Once the butler saw my arrival, he curtsied before opening the scroll that Sera passed to him. “The beautiful lady, Princess Erza Hermione Nicholas of the Kingdom of Valadora.” He announced as silence fell upon the guests and I felt every eye fall on me. Thanking the butler, I walked down the stairs when one of the princes came in front of me.

Then she immediately pushed Damian in the chest, causing him to fall, while she quickly moved towards the door to escape. “Damn it!” Damian quickly got up and chased after Stella. Before Stella could get out, Damian grabbed her elbow. “Where do you think you’re going, huh? I won’t let you slip away after getting this golden opportunity! You’re going down, Stella!” Continued...

Damontry raised her head to be dazzled by the sight around her, the beautiful white clouds and how the trees looked so small, and the lake shining below, you could see all the kingdoms from her position here. The tall mansions with huge towers, for a moment Damontry strayed to be surprised by something that jumped on the horse's face, which made him neigh with force and quickly descend down towards some rocks. Damiontry screams in terror and her eyes turn black to grab the horse's bridle and pull it up high with it up at the last moment, but the horse is still raging she kept screaming but You don't see any of them, not Chris or Sivana. .

Each step echoed in the quiet night. Cassandra stood in the center of the old stone chamber with torches burning around her. Damien’s body lay on a raised slab behind her wrapped in black cloth. She smiled when she saw me approach. The expression carried no warmth, only sharp satisfaction. “You actually came,” she said as she circled slowly around the slab. “I thought the dream I sent might scare you off. Guess you are still the same foolish girl chasing things you cannot keep.” I stopped ten feet away and kept my hands visible. “This ends tonight. Give me back my husband and walk away. No one else needs to bleed.”

Where do you think you're going when I'm not done speaking? But just before she can dig her teeth between my neck,I pull out my stake from the side pocket in the gown and stake her shoulder blades With a furious yell,she let's go off me, yelling and cursing in pain She had anger,pain and surprise all rolled into one big expression as she stared at me Even a shocked damian stood gaping at me from the corner where he had been targeting to hit xina " What the bloody hell did you just do to me?" She yells at me after taking out the stake and throwing it to the floor

"Well earlier today, prince Damien snuck past the packs boundaries. As narrated,he headed towards a beautiful lake,there he conversed a beautiful damsel. "Hmm, beautiful damsel". "Let me guess". "Blonde hair and curvy nature" he smirks, earning nods from me. "Kara" he whispers,boardening his negative expression. "A beautiful damsel suspected being his mate,our Luna. Their visibly shared sparks proves her prince Damien's long searched mate,she's no doubt our future Luna" I explain. "Aged news Chris,skip to the current and relevant information" he hushs, expressing visibly his discomfort.

Drake asked him in a challenging tone. “ Ian Evans doesn't appreciate a no in answer. Since you're daring enough to challenge me, I'm willing enough to take it up. So let's get to the business... Regarding your artwork, it clearly speaks about the story of a woman. A woman, who wants to fly and shine with her own colours but held back by the society and people around her. Your rough line shows the roughness of the path she chose. She has uncountable colours inside her with which she can paint her own life story but her hands are tied with chains of thoughts by others. She has an invisible tear in her eyes but she decided to put her brave front to the world with her smile. You want to show th

“I hear she was a valiant warrior.” “She was,” Randey snapped, wondering where the woman was going with this. “Would it surprise you, then, to learn that being a Knight was not her first calling?” Frowning in confusion, he said, “What do you mean?” “I mean, Knight, that Damara Edal – while still Damara Duyan - originally began a very different path. She attended the Citadel, training to be a Sorceress of the Na’Himara.” Randey blinked. He had never heard anything like that. The woman had to be lying. “That’s not true.”

It took a lock of hair from my ear as it passed. My heart sank. So Caelen had heard that. Taking advantage of Aldric’s moment of shock, Caelen appeared beside me and kicked him away. “You stole my throne once already and apparently decided to make it a habit,” Caelen said coldly. “The woman by my side is the rightful Queen. Since when do I need a traitor like you to grant her that title? And if I hear you call her by that nickname again, I’ll cut out your tongue.”

Five rings later. I hadn't scored a single point. The stall owner smiled politely. "Better luck next time." I folded my arms. "This game is definitely rigged." A familiar voice spoke behind me. "No." "It's your aim." I froze. “It's Damein.” The stall owner laughs. "Sir." "Help your girlfriend." We both freeze, both answer together. "She's not my girlfriend." "He's not my husband." Lily laughs. Damien picked up a ring. One throw. Perfect.