Things Without Remedy Dramione Novels & Stories

He answered back. The female guard approached cautiously. I lifted both hands with exaggerated innocence. "Be my guest." The search was quick... the guard stepped back. "She's clean, Boss." A heavy silence settled over the room. Daemon broke it first. "There." He flashed me a triumphant grin before looking at Draco. "Satisfied?" Draven folded his arms with an amused smirk. "You owe her an apology." "I don't apologize," Draco replied flatly. "Of course you don't," Daemon muttered. "Your ego would never survive it."

Aidan Draco said with a bite in his tone as his jaw tensed, his eyes dark and feral. Queen Amber's mocking chuckle was like an echoing slap on Esmeray’s pride but she did not spare her mother a single glance instead she looked Aidan Draco in the eye as her eyes hardened with an iron-clad resolve. "Will my title of a Crone from the House of Untouchables be up to your liking, Dragon?"

… Meanwhile, a video message had just reached a historic castle in Yarroland. A young woman watched the video while frowning and said scornfully, "The Youth Elixir? Does Dramon really have such an amazing medicine?" At that moment, an old man in a white robe rose slowly from his chair and said, "Susan has always been cautious in her work. Since she is vouching with her life that the Youth Elixir is even more amazing than the Goldcrow pill, I'm sure that it exists!" The young woman's frown deepened. "Do I really have to go to Dramon personally, Grandpa?"

I was going to wait until dinner, but it was Adley’s response that made me storm over to the closet door and put the magical jewelry Dain gave me to use. “Primrose nectar is used by anyone with a talent for potions, it’s not hard to come by if you have the need for it. Plus it’s not designed to make you forget everything the next day. So really, he didn’t roofie you.” She shook her head, making her sun-kissed waves bounce. Then, as though this were any better, she smiled and said, “…he drugged you.”

Bellamy contemplates for a minute before sighing. “I… I don’t think I do.” His tone is apologetic. An idea strikes. “What about Dr Dae? She had all those healing potions. She must have a Witch contact who trusts her fairly well because there is no way she purchased that many potions at a regular store.” I point out. Bellamy shrugs.

“This isn’t the end for you. I refuse to let any of us give up. It’s not impossible to get the cure.” “But it’d be a suicide mission,” Damien said sharply; it made us all look at him in surprise. I completely forgot he was there. He stood to the side with his arms folded across his chest and he was staring at us all like we were idiots. “What do you know about it?” Zach asked, his brows pinched together. Damien rolled his eyes. “It’s magic; anything that has to do with magic I’ve studied,” Damien reminded us. “The cure for dragon tail scratches requires a dragon scale. Getting a dragon scale is impossible.”

Things were begining to fall into place and it won't be long before everything falls into his hands. Going to meet DRACO who had a doctor attending to him, he glanced at Draco who lay somewhat weak on the bed. The effect of the drugs were kicking in little by little. "How's he doing doc?" "He's fine for now. He simply had a high blood pressure which isn't good for his state. It can result from stress and overthinking so do take care of yourself" said the female doctor hanging the stereoscope around her neck placing her equipment back into her suitcase before bidding them goodbye.

They taught her the basic ones and she never thought she’ll be given this chance to put it in real use. She returned to her room with the small purplish vial. It’s what the witches call a Bonecrack. One small drop of this into a beverage would make the drinker be weak and without any strength. She was planning to do it the next day. For Brayden. To get rid of him. And to forever belong to Damon.

His soft black hair fell, concealing his eyes, making it impossible for Emma to see the emotions within. The Third Madam's illness was worsening daily, and there was no sign of improvement. Even the precious elixirs consumed seemed like pouring water into a river without any effect. Tonight, the Third Madam's spirit became increasingly unclear. When Draco talked to her, she didn't respond at all. Eventually, he couldn't take it and sneaked out. Emma was silent for a long time. She hesitated before gently touching his head, softly stroking it. The youth's body trembled slightly as if trying to suppress his pain.

Last I saw her, she was almost a sack of bones. Fear gripped me. "What did you do?" I growled. She turned her back to me and shrugged. "Nothing you can remedy. You will do as I say or you will watch your mother die slowly. You will search to the ends of Enchantia for a remedy to her sickness and you shall not find it. At least, not here. Only I can provide you with the antidote. She won't last a few days Dameon. I'm not pleased with the idea of having to wear ceremonial garments every day. Chose wisely." My heart thudded in my chest as -- I was slammed out of his head. I winced. Somehow, I had been inside his head! I knew what was going to happen next. I shook my head profusely. "D