Staked Damsels Novels & Stories

Damian parked his four-by-four vehicle by the side of a long river that snaked through the dense forest of the Herveux estate. He knew they had driven far enough from the pack, and no one would be able to detect the pheromones Elara was emitting. "Damian..." Elara could no longer contain herself, her body aflame with an overwhelming heat. It felt as though she was burning from the inside, every breath coming with difficulty. She could feel her arousal pooling between her thighs—she couldn't wait any longer; she needed Damian inside her.

She watched as Enzo hesitantly picked up Don's suit jacked from the floor, carefully keeping it on her, covering her exposed thighs, making sure don did not take an offense. "What happened?" Tara watched in horror as she felt the dangerous vibration in his chest flaring across her being. But the question wasn't for her. Tara turned her gaze as Venetia stood slightly behind Mrs. Frantino, taking a refugee behind the only woman that could save her. She didn't miss the slight shiver of her legs, as if it was her who was pushed inside the pool full of cold water. Mrs. Maria didn't look scared to the least. Rather she looked more dangerous than she ever had, realising how the little woman was alr

I gasps at the sight of a man appearing from the balcony, “Jesus—“ My eyes widen at the figure, seeing Damon standing in front of me feels surreal. I was kidnapped and I was molested but somehow I survived. I immediately push my body away from him, increasing the space between us as I grip hard onto the sheets of his California king bed. “Alice . . . it’s okay.” “No, get the fuck away from me. You—you, lying bastard.” “Wait, this is a misunderstanding.” He replies, bringing his hands up as a white flag.

the girl in ponytail said cheerfully and twirled. "What are you talking about?," Iktanne replied, completely baffled. The girls looked at her with a bit of confusion at her remark but wasn't bothered by it. "You see, Iktanne-sama, some of our relatives live in the northern province of Japan. Right now, our Empire's northern barracks have detected anomalies that involve about one and a half dozen of Giant bandits attacking villagers from there. Remember the sudden appearance of a tsunami a couple of weeks ago? General Gary of the North barracks sent a report to the Academy that those bandits were the ones responsible for that happening," the girl in pigtails explained.

“And what is best for this pack is for the three of you to accept your fated mates. The Moon Goddess has chosen them, and they are already on their way here.” Damien’s eyes hardened. “We don’t care.” Elara’s smile faded slightly. “If you want to rule this pack someday, you will accept them,” she said firmly. “You need powerful mates. Noble mates. Mates chosen by the Moon Goddess.” Damien grabbed a heavy vase from the table and hurled it against the wall. It exploded into countless pieces. “We won’t do it!” he roared. “We won’t accept them!” Elara flinched and stepped backward.

Please vote and comment. *~* "This is taking way too long" Madam clasped her hands together, following the locale with avidness. How congenial. She giggled internally. Damien unflinchingly stared at his once hobnobber directly into his eyes, trying to make out if this was one of those frivolous escapades they typically played at the last minute whenever their mission didn't go as planned but as he gazed intensively, he found nothing as he only saw lividity, contrition, execration, and anguish.

"Not always the dreams are beautiful, sometimes the reality also proves to be beautiful too, Doll.", Damian spoke in his deep husky voice, making Stella open her eyes and come out of her dream world and witnessing the reality. Stella opens her eyes only to witness Damian holding her in his embrace tightly like if he fears that if he loosen his grip on her maybe she will run away from there and he won't take any chance when it comes to her.

, he turned to her and smiled. "Ah, you must be the prince's wife, go in", he opened the barbed wire gate for her to go in which she did. It wasn't a smooth road but she could walk with her heels on it. Flowers lined the road and it got narrower and less smooth the more she walked. At a point, she took off her shoes. Seeing light coming from the end of the walk, she walked even faster until she found herself standing at a dock. It was beautiful. She turned and saw her husband walking towards her sexily with a bouquet of red roses and a bottle of champagne in his hands.

The door closed shut and the lighted candles got brighter. “A few of our spies discovered a demon energy at the southern city,” the high priestess announced. “And you all know the rules. What are they?” “Slay all demons! Have no mercy! Banish the evil from our sights!” We blurted. “Good,” she said calmly, and took a step down the podium. “We can't let them live. Which is why I will be sending one of you to the southern city.” The other women and I turned to look at each other. No one wanted that. It was filled with wolves and dark witches.

Gasped. And then I saw them. Bodies hanging in the water like a burial site, ready. I saw Jasmine’s face next to me, eyes open, blank. No. No, that wasn’t her. Just another echo. I swam and clawed at the surface. And stood again. Now it is in a chamber — real stone, real walls — etched with thousands of names. I knew some of them. Some were still missing. One name stood out. Damien Vale.