Velma X Daphne Novels & Stories

Damien stepped off the creature, slipped through the broken window and landed gently between the intruder and the 2 young mages. “Settle down.” He told Johan and the dragon child before facing the intruder. “Stand down, Ombra,” he said, “I told you to wait for us.” “I wait for no one.” Ombra rumbled, but he stood at ease and stared annoyingly at the groundskeeper. “I told you to settle down,” Damien said once again as Johan and Dragon kept their stance, the blue flames still burning. “It’s okay, Johan,” Dorin reassured his roommate, “This is Damien Wolfsbane, he’s the University’s Groundskeeper,” he explained, “He’s a friend of Sebastian and mine...”

Melina hesitated, her gaze shifting slightly before she replied, "Erm... actually, we can't discuss this here. Can we go into your chamber?" Daphne narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Melina's gaze for any hint of deception. Yet, finding no evidence of deceit, she sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "Why can't we discuss this in your chamber? Why does it have to be mine?" Melina's response was swift, a lie spun with calculated precision. "My chamber is currently undergoing renovations, although they're nearing completion. But I don't believe this matter can wait any longer." Daphne, ever vigilant, sensed the falsehood in Melina's words. Deep down, she knew that the truth would eventually unveil i

Velma sighed. “I guess not.” Valko’s eyes bulged when he saw what happened next. His mate took the vampire’s hand and shoved it beneath her skirt. He roared. “Go now!” Velma begged. “I’ll handle this.” She told her brother. Valko used all his strength to leave the scene. Velma exhaled. This had been quite an interesting birthday for her. But she didn’t know how much more interesting it would get in a minute. She straightened her leather dress and walked up to the scene. “Hey neck-biter, how about you suck on something your own size?”

Despite what humans like to think, werewolves are way stronger than vampires and vampires are pretty easy to kill if you know how to so seeing how close he was to death that day was something really terrible for me and I don’t ever want to have to see that again. “C’mon, you are no fun.” He says but he has already laid back on the bed sipping his hot chocolate with his sweetheart and don’t for one second think I am referring to myself because I am not whipped cream. My name is Daphne Gennings not that so that is that. “You know that’s not true. I am the only person who knows how to have fun in your life right now.” He didn’t agree with me. Huh, we are about to get into one of those our faux

Helena stood over her, cracking her knuckles. "Of all the girls in this school to pick a fight with, you picked the wrong one." Daphne's eyes became black with unholy energy. "Right back at you." She tackled Helena, knocking her to the slippery ground and sitting on top of her. Helena shifted her head to the side, barely dodging a downward punch. Daphne's fist smashed the concrete floor like it was Styrofoam. 'Oh my god, she's not human! What did Xavier do to make her like this?!'

"That's why I stopped by. Her parents I made regular immortals. I conjured a different immortality spell for Anita. She's the first I tried it on..." "What did you do," Mackenzie growls in anger. "She's turning into a Dhamphir and so is your child," Victoria says with wide eyes. Before Olivia could bite her wrist, Victoria stops her. "She needs to drain them dry." "Then bring her one when the bloody sun goes down," Mackenzie snaps. She reaches in the nightstand and grabs the same needle I used to prick my finger when she needed blood. She pricks her finger and brings it to my lips. "Hopefully mine will at least ease your nausea with the baby."

How absurd! Amelia knew she was supposed to be grateful for him saving her sorry ass, but she couldn't help but feel that way. It was the feeling she got any time she couldn't cope with nervousness. “How long have you guys been dating?” Daphne asked, dropping her fork as it made a clicking sound in contact with the plate. Amelia opened her mouth to speak but was abruptly interrupted by Xavier. “A year” he spoke and Daphne nodded “That's good. You know, I've always wanted to meet you badly. Xavier has said a lot about you” Daphne said with a grin on her face.

Like we had more than just attraction between us. "Just sleep, Verity." Vera inhaled a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut even if she had no sleep in her eyes. ~~~ Next morning, "Hello, Verena. I was about to come and call you for breakfast." Daphne's eyes lit up as she saw Vera on the threshold of the kitchen. "Woah, the dress suits you." She winked. "Thanks, Daphne. We are the same size so your dresses fit me perfectly. What's there for breakfast? Is there anything I can help you with?" Vera walked over to the kitchen counter.

He leaned in closer, his eyes scanning the dripping soup on her uniform. "Do you think we don't raise our hands on girls here? Dream on, weakling. We treat trash exactly like trash, regardless of what's between your legs. If you think this is bad, you just wait and see. From this moment on, your life at Velmora will definitely be a living, breathing hell." Julian gave her a final, venomous warning look, turning on his heel to lead his lackey away, satisfied that he had established his dominance. "Is that the best you can do?" Elara’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and dripping with absolute venom.

Velma looked at the door wondering what the surprise was. Then, a woman with breathtaking features, devoid of any aging appeared at the door followed by a dignified man who was donning a tuxedo. Velma's eyes were almost popping out of their sockets as she looked at the two people who were approaching the bed. Christine and Martin walked nervously towards the bed. They were so nervous that even their legs were trembling. "Velma baby..." Christine was the first to call out. She feared that she might startle her daughter so she called out softly. Velma on the other hand was as if her brain had died as it refused to process what was happening.