Velma X Daphne Novels & Stories

I roared in annoyance. Beta Theodore shook his head, and replied. “I’m deeply sorry, Alpha. I know this information is really not enough, but this is all we got from the research we made.” “Pointless. This is totally pointless and useless. I want a vampire… a living vampire to be captured and brought to me. I want to know why and how Daphne is related to vampires.” I lamented, and continued. “She is a werewolf, obviously. However, there is something about her. That makes her a weak point to vampires. We have to use that to our advantage.”

She stopped in her steps as she noticed a man sitting at the far corner with ale in his hand. Helix. Worry etched in her mind, he had a saddened expression as he gulped his ale like water. Daphina walked with purpose towards their parents grave and kneeled before it while Voyra still stood afar. Should she go and meet him? Is this the best time to talk to him? Those questions disturbed her mind until her legs moved without thinking. She swallowed thickly. “H-helix.” Helix glanced at the direction and his eyes widened in shock. Voyra stood before him with a lamp in her hand and a deep brown cloak over her petite form.

Jeana explained. "You're Xavier's cousin, right?" Daphne still wasn't sure. "Yeah, that's me!" It felt as if Jeana had seen hope. Meanwhile, Yvette was confused. She wondered if those two were good friends. Shortly after that, she got an unexpected answer. Daphne approached Jeana and crouched to the ground. Then, she grabbed Jeana's chin firmly. "I never thought the high and mighty Ms. Churchill would be caught as well!" Jeana was in great pain as Daphne grabbed her. "Daph, I've always been on your side."

Velma, my former sexual partner, walked into my room unannounced. It had been months since we had last seen each other, and I couldn't help but notice that she looked different. Her hair was dyed a bright shade of red, her makeup was heavy and excessive, and her clothing seemed to be more revealing than I remembered. Despite my discomfort, I tried my best to remain polite and carry on a conversation with her. She greeted me warmly and began to make small talk, but her intentions soon became clear. Velma started to flirt and touch me seductively, clearly hoping to reignite our sexual relationship.

There was only one concern she would tell me about— Daphne . After letting out a loud exhale, I mind-linked Miss Amelia. She spoke at once after a gasp. ‘Alpha Calle…’ “What do you want to tell me this morning?” I inquired about my intention immediately, hearing the impatience in my tone. “Do not tell me it was Daphne .” ‘I, um… It was about Daphne .’ I squeezed my eyes. “What did the little pup do this time around?”

As I staggered down the blindingly bright halls her voice began to echo in my head, the events of that night came like a flood. Someone had knocked on the window of my room, I checked to see who it was at such dark hour. I opened the window and saw someone wearing a cloak and holding a scarf to her face she's doing everything possible not to be seen. I could tell it was a she by her voice but her voice sounded oddly familiar. "Who are you?" I asked. "It's me, Rhea" "Rhea?" I was shocked. What was aunt Melanie's daughter doing knocking at my window at dark?

I ushered them inside right away and shut the door behind them, locking it secure. “What happened?” I asked the women. “You are worrying me.” “It’s Flora.” Daphne took a deep breath before she continued. “She went to see the Alpha this evening and I haven’t seen her since.” “Calm down, my child.” I placed my hands on her shoulder to calm her worries. “Did you speak to her before she went into Alpha Malachi’s room? Have you searched her room?” “Yes.” Daphne nodded. “I spoke to her last night…and she confirmed her memories are back.”

She couldn't speak and her body felt numb. Daphne cleared her throat and touched her glasses briefly. The brief look in her eyes seemed as if she had just realized something important. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself," Daphne said, exhaling. "I'm Daphne Billings Morales. I'm Garrett's grandmother." Elice could not breathe. Even her soul felt as if it had been forcibly separated from her body. "I-I—" "I know exactly who you are," Daphne interrupted. "Elice McLean. I think a couple of articles that came out this morning are more than enough to explain who you are."

Knock, knock, knock! "Well, hello, Kalyssa!" Daphne said, taking a step back as she opened the door. "Please, come in." After I walked in, she closed the door behind me. "I'm glad you came today!" "Daphne, I need your help," I said, looking into her eyes. Her smile faded. "What do you need?" "I need a way to defeat Rush Balista." She nodded, looking down. "Come in." Then she headed down the hallway toward the dining area, waving her hand toward the kitchen as she went. Immediately, the teapot filled itself, and the other kitchen utensils hopped to attention.

The woman’s lips were soft, but Julien felt somewhat repulsed. Just then, the door of the ward opened, and Velma walked in carrying a thermos tupperware. She froze when she saw that scene, but she then immediately grinned. “Oh my, it looks like I came at the wrong time. Sorry I bothered you. I’ll go outside and wait.” She took a few steps back to go out. Lyra’s face reddened from Velma’s words, and she hurriedly let go of the man. “You’re not bothering us, Aunty. Come in.”