Timeless Dramione Ao3 Novels & Stories

He even gave them their shifts and time. When all was set and done, Damien, Darius, Dante, and Romeo set out to find Draven and Anastasia. “I hope you are alright, brother,” Damien said through telepathy, sounding worried. Darius heard it but kept silent as they both wondered if Draven had heard it. Anastasia opens her eyes to see herself in Draven’s arms. They seemed to be moving through bushes and she looked at Draven's eyes whose eyes seemed soulless. “Draven?Draven?” Anastasia called out to him softly. She wanted to see if she could get a reaction. Any reaction at all from him because it felt like he had been possessed by something. He was not himself at all.

Sienna: The morning light streamed softly through the window, casting a golden hue across the bedroom. I lay nestled beneath the blankets, Damon's arm lazily draped over my waist, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm against my back. For a moment, there was peace. He shifted behind me, and I turned slowly to face him. “You’re awake,” I whispered, brushing a strand of his dark hair from his forehead. “I thought that you would be asleep.” “I was enjoying the peace,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. “But I think it’s safer to say you’re the reason I’m enjoying it. With your chest rising and falling, your gentle breaths that are little pout on your lips.”

After that whoever had a human mate felt insulted so eventually as time passed, no one was ever mated to a human again until now. Fiona was an overthinker, she could've thought about so many things but never in a billion years, she could've thought about the possibility of being his mate. She smiled, touching his light beard, feeling the roughness of it. Come to think of it, Draco loves her before this mate bond or anything. He loves her despite her being a human.

I smiled at my silly thoughts before remembering were on a mission to stop a disease that could potentially wipe the human race off the planet. Hours passed and the room was crowded with more people. There was a huge countdown on the screen showing 30 minutes left for the second trial. Everyone was making sure everything is stabilized and calibrated. I look at the dome in the center with some sort of speakers surrounding it. “Penny for your thoughts?” Louie spoke beside me casually handing me a snack. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead despite the cool night air. “Thank you. So, if this works, does it mean we successfully traveled back in time?”

“The Chasm is an ancient prison in the Godly realm. It’s been there for—well, for as long as our world has existed.” The book in Orion’s hands snapped shut, releasing a plume of dust that had him wrinkling his nose. “It’s bad enough we’re going to the Chasm to let our mate bathe in a fiery river. We are not traipsing through the place to chat up the fucking inmates.” “Agreed.” That last bit came from Draco, who sat in an armchair about half his size. Every time he moved the wood would groan. I couldn’t help but wonder how long it was until it broke beneath him.

Leon smirked, "It's a stupid thought, why bother with evelyn when sooner or later you'd find your chosen mate?, What happens to evelyn when you do?," "I can no longer have a mate, I'm not a Lycan anymore, all that remains to tether me to this wicked world is her, without her I'm but a moving corpse," Dreymon's voice was filled with emptiness and darkness as he gazed piercingly at Leon through his Hazel eyes which morphed into red.

“Do you miss your old life?” Aurora sighed, her fingers idly tracing circles on the blanket. “No, not really. But I have valuable belongings there—things that can’t be replaced.” Damien scoffed, straightening his posture. “Your husband is Damien Vladimir. I can replace anything.” Aurora smiled softly, biting her lower lip. “I’m glad,” she whispered. But her expression grew serious as she added, “But the only memory I have of my mother is in a book. I want it back, Damien.”

Lucas promised to keep me updated and sent me on my way. The boys had done their chores and were already settled in for the night when I returned home. I decided to see what I could find in fiction about vampires. They didn’t exist in our world, but Rory was positive that Osiris was one. It was nearing one in the morning when a knock sounded on the door. Damon stumbled through the hall as I switched on the lights, the incessant knocking waking him from his sleep.

AURORA'S POV Damion’s arms wrapped tightly around me, his lips trailing down my neck, branding me with a passion so fierce it almost burned away my guilt. Almost. I melted into him, my fingers tangled in his dark hair, my breath hitching as his kisses deepened. But no matter how desperately I wanted to stay in this moment, my mind refused to stay still. Images of the battle flashed like lightning behind my eyelids—Volak’s twisted sneer before I struck the final blow, his monstrous beast plummeting lifeless from the skies, and my mind trailed back to the chains of the other creatures snapping as I set them free from Velmoria’s cruel rule.