Staked Damsels Novels & Stories

​Elara looked back through the smoke and falling stones. ​Damon was standing at the edge of the collapsing vault surrounded by twenty silver-armored rogue soldiers who were using their harpoons to pin him down. He wasn't looking at them. He was looking at her, his lips moving as he whispered a final, unlinked word through the roar of the avalanche. ​Then the western part of the Royal Citadel, including the tower and the midnight-black Alpha who had hurt Elara fell into the abyss. Elara was left standing on a crumbling ledge. A shadow came out of the rubble.

“What do you mean by ‘a call girl’?” Olivia didn’t flinch. She painted the scene in detail, her voice low but cutting. “The wife was in tears, mascara running, clawing at her. People gathered around. Security came. It was a circus. And Isabella? She just stood there, dress torn, lipstick smeared, smirking like it wasn’t the first time she’d been caught doing this shit. Damien, she was filthy. The kind of woman who thrives on destroying homes, ruining marriages. That’s who you have in your bed right now.”

loudly at his furious look and again catching him in both his hands, he beats him into the tree. Before he can attack him again, the vampire holds the warewolf by it's neck and about to bite him but the warewolf dodges him away. The Vampire smirks at him with a cunning look. Soon he notices that the warewolf is now joined by another warewolf who is a shade of golden brown. The Vampire looks at her with utmost hatred and anger as he knew who it is. The Golden Vampire attacks him as well but the Vampire dodges it on to the black warewolf. Before the warewolves can get into their positions and attack him again, he disappears from there. Both Darcy and Xandier change back into their human form.

I looked back up at the ceiling, willing the presence of the Goddess herself to calm my racing heart when I noticed one of the skylights seemed to blur. “What the–” “Oh, that?” Mistra said, following my gaze. “There’s a lake on the top of the surface of those three skylights,” she said pointing, her cozy, knowledgeable smugness a bit too much for me to bear. “There’s a waterfall not too far away.” “Are we really that far underground?” Mistra gawked at me. “Were you not paying attention on the way down here?” “Someone was hogging the flashlight,” I muttered.

Violet returned the gesture. "I am Stacey, she is Delilah, and she is Rose. We are the widows of warriors, brave souls who were martyred in the immortal realm massacre," the tallest woman of grioup introduced themselves. Violet’s countenance dimmed as she braced herself, anticipating the accusation she felt was coming. "Nice to meet you all," she replied, smiling.

Zeke winced. “First it was the minotaurs.” Posy stated. “Then Nerius.” Hunter pointed out. “Those two mermaids.” Indrick finished. “I’m sorry Empress, but you are a damsel in distress.” “Oh no.” Oz whispered. “A damsel?” I yelled. “I...I am not a damsel in distress! I am an Empress! A powerful woman!” “You are, Empress.” Hunter agreed. “However...you do seem to be taken a lot. I mean I was knocked out and you were snatched.”

Damon nodded again, and we kept fighting, scanning for any sign of the origin while trying to protect Stella and Heather. I spotted Stella struggling to hold up a barrier around Heather, her energy flickering dangerously. The shadows were closing in on them, their claws scraping against the shimmering shield. My chest tightened. I had to get to them before Stella’s barrier failed. But even as I fought, something primal surged inside me—a feral enjoyment in the battle, mixed with a desperate need to end this and take Heather home, safe.

“We are performing two surgeries at the same time! Can you make it until 9:20?! Feeling dizzy, I still managed to stand up and do my routine while talking on the phone. “Just make it stable, I am coming.” As I start driving, realizations strike me. Maybe, I was really born to steal someone’s property, as my name. STELLA, STEAL. I am Stella Louisse Ocampo, a cardiothoracic surgeon. Funny, how I can literally stitch others heart when I cannot even fix my own.

Stowaway Chapter 57 Zoe's point of view. The next morning I finally get to hear Erin's story, and my heart breaks for her. Over the last four years, she has been passed from man to man or master to master, as she says, forced to participate in whatever sick scene they wanted. Yes, Erin was sold as a BDSM sex slave. I know that Jack is the calmest one of the Taylor brothers, and Erin seems to have picked up on this, she doesn't want to leave his side, and he seems content with watching over her. I still notice how she won't look him in the eye, though, or how her eyes always fall to the floor and that she always walks behind him. She's not the same outgoing girl that I went to school with, an

Emerson held me before I could touch the ground. “I am sorry sister.” I stood back up and looked at my sheet to see that there were no holes in it. I missed the sheet. “When someone attacks a kingdom, you can’t win by playing chess or by answering a few questions. You shall fight which you can’t, and I can. Being a warrior is important. I am sorry.” “You are right. Sera, prepare my bath.” I said looking at her before stepping aside from them and walking to my chamber. Each word that Emerson said ringed in my head as a servant stripped me out of the muddy clothes I was wearing.