Timeless Dramione Ao3 Novels & Stories

Xavier frowned. “Jimin and Lona have been dating for a long time now,” Draymond started. “Everyone knows Lona doesn’t really love him. She’s into Jaime as she wants to become the Luna of our pack.” “That’s not possible,” Xavier cut him short. “I thought Diana was already mated to Jaime.” “Jaime does not give a fuck about mating,” Draymond replied. “He fucks whoever he feels like and the moon goddess stands by and watches him get away with it.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Draco said and Damien immediately turned to look at him with a confused expression on his face. Draco let out a small laugh. “You should have seen your face when you talked about Kira. Your face literally lit up ten times more the second you started to talk about her,” he said to his friend. Draco cleared his throat as he moved closer to Damien. “Listen Damien, I know what I'm gonna say is gonna sound very cheesy and all but I've seen the way you look at Kira and I've also seen the way she looks at you. You both used to be like fire and ice at one point and now, you're both just able to melt at each other’s gaze. I remember when I found out that your cousin was my mate,” Draco chuckled as he

Damien scrubbed a hand over his face slowly. “And whoever created the tether made him unstoppable.” “No,” I corrected him. “Whoever created him made him unstoppable.” I walked ahead, leaving them stunned and silent. We climbed the stairs to our chamber. Every step felt like carrying a lifetime on my shoulders. I opened the drawer beneath the bed and took out Draco’s journal. The leather was old and deceptively plain. No sigil. No lock. Just the faint smell of iron and herbs soaked into the pages. Silas looked at it with visible disgust.

I was a bit taken aback, “No it's not that, it's just. She's a pet- A snake, she just had an opportunity to evolve and own a human-like body. Pets rarely get married, they don't have the ability to last without their master. That's why most of them rely on their master, to survive.” Draco hummed and pointed straight ahead, the water colours had changed and become heavier. We were now at the seven hells realm territory. I sighed. The skies were dark with barely a shiny star in the sky. “This place looks sad, gloomy and lonely.. I love it! This is totally my type. Crescent moon is so shiny and bright, makes me sick sometimes.” I smacked Draco lightly and he giggled at my annoyance. I exhaled a

“Alpha Rain and Luna Rielle left not long after. The only ones still here are Alpha Draven and Thalia.” I was out for two days so that means… four days. That was all the time left before the mating ceremony. My stomach twisted as I realized just how little time I had to stop whatever nightmare was looming over the Pack. “Kamrynn?” Tiona’s voice brought me back to the present. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look pale again.” I forced myself to nod, reaching for the glass of water on the tray. “I’m fine,” I said, taking a sip. “Just tired, that’s all.”

Damn. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. The intelligence reports had described Daemon as reckless, impulsive, and hopelessly flirtatious and apparently they had not exaggerated. "You're the Crimson Mistress?" His tone carried obvious interest. I tilted my head slightly. "So I've been told." Daemon laughed. "I like her already." Draven smirked. "You like everyone." "Not true." Daemon said shaking his head. "It is absolutely true." Diavolo said shortly as he poured himself another drink. "I give it ten minutes before Daemon asks for her number."

"Do you accept this?" I looked at the hall. At the fourteen who had voted. At Mira and Elara. At my grandmother. At Mila with her notebook. At Draco, beside me, with the expression that had a name. "I accept it," I said. My voice carried into every corner of the hall. The officiant looked at Draco. "Alpha Draco. Do you present her so?" "I present her," Draco said, "as my equal. My mate. My Luna." He paused. "And as herself. Entirely and without qualification. As herself."

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

“He’s on the verge of abandoning the pack, Draco. Abandoning Nightshade itself. All for a girl.” That brought out a long, amused laugh from Draco. “A girl?” he echoed mockingly. “Gods above, don’t tell me. Some high ranking Alpha daughter? A political match gone wrong? Or wait…” He gasped dramatically. “Don’t tell me it’s one of those innocent virgins from a storybook. Don’t tell me big, bad Damon found himself a damsel to suddenly ‘fix’ him.” Nyla’s jaw tightened. “Worse, Draco. She’s an Omega.”