Novel & Cerita Wattpad Dramione

A man burning himself out, drowning in the Frenzy of a wolf starved from its mate wouldn’t last much longer no matter who tried to claim him. So she had been forced to pivot. Damon was easier. Damon had needs. Damon had weaknesses. And now here she was with his son curled at her side, clinging to her like she was salvation. Celeste stroked Noah’s hair absently, her eyes glittering in the dim light as she watched his eyes slowly flutter shut. His breathing evened out while dreams finally claimed him. One day, she would have it all—the Pack, the Alpha, the power. And no one, not even that pathetic, wolfless Omega, would stand in her way.

And because she dared to do so… I will make sure that she gets a reminder each day of WHO she dared to mess with. I am Olivia Dannelly, Luna of the Wolves of the Dark Moon. I will not only protect my pup, but I will protect every member of my pack from whoever I need to; Including snakes like Leah and Noah. They don't know the real me, but they soon will find that messing with me was the worst decision they ever made.

he said and he winked at me. After Dracula, we watched Twilight where Jane threw another enormous amount of jokes around, mostly about sparkly stuff, mind reading and predicting the future and after we put on Underworld. “I'm going to be like Selene with my ex-boyfriend when I see him. Oh, and actually also your ex-boyfriend Tris,“ Jane said, nudging me in the shoulder. I turned to her with wide eyes. “We're sharing the same ex-boyfriend,“ I said with a shocked expression. “Enough about ex-boyfriends,“ Damon snapped. Jane rolled her eyes at me and focused on the tv again.

Tears I'd been holding back broke free, streaming down my face. “Oh baby, don’t cry. We’re just getting started,” Dora said with faux sympathy. She's one of the notorious bad girls in her crew. Stephanie walked closer, smirked and slapped my books out of my arms. Pages flew like dead leaves across the school compound. As I knelt to gather them, a page from my fantasy novel fluttered loose, a dog-eared copy of The Moonborn Prophecy, my favorite. A silver wolf glowed on the cover.

As I stood up from my seat, the shame was so noticeable that I couldn't help but tremble. In that moment, I yearned for the impossible; a fantasy where the earth would open up and swallow everything related to me. Yet, deep down, I knew it was a dream that would never come true. I approached the counter, my voice hushed as I placed my order. "Mrs. Draco's drugs." The lady behind the counter smiled and began packaging the drugs for me. "Are you here to see your sister, Kara? You know she's our Luna now and is in the VIP room! Did you escort her here?" she inquired, seemingly nosy.

Mia—quiet werewolf girl, amber eyes, book already open, notebook covered in doodles of moons and paws. She nods shy—offers half-smile, ears twitching under glamour. Class starts—Shakespeare intro. But whispers follow. “Seras’s brother.” “Fire wizard.” “Think he’s as strong as her?” “Bet he can’t even light a candle without burning his hand.” I focus on notes. Sparks dance on pen tip—controlled, tiny flame writing words in glowing script before fading. Mia glances—eyes curious. **Mia (whisper):** “Neat trick.”

"No sedation needed this time. The child stopped screaming after the first incision.” My fingers went numb. I dropped the journal. It hit the floor with a muffled thump, the pages splaying open. There were more journals. Stacked haphazardly in a crate beneath the table. I pulled another one out, this time leather dyed blue. Gold initials on the spine. Someone had once been proud of this work. "Only a dragon can rule dragons. The blood must be bent, broken, reshaped. The Order fears me because I do what they will not. I evolve the breed."

Drea was the only daughter of her parents, her father a Beta, and her mother an Omega. They had belonged to one of the weakest packs in the city. Every pack picked on them, raided them, and maltreated them. Drea always hated how weak her people were – hated how weak she was. And so, on her eighteenth birthday, she had decided to do something very brave, to steal the moon beam from the Khalifa pack. It had been the biggest mistake of her life.

He got himself into some deep shít with Dr and he knew it. Anchor nodded. “I don't know the mystery behind it but they look alike, but just a little bit. The girl has brown eyes and she isn't a werewolf— At Least that's why I sensed, she's not a wolf Ephraim so she can't be Leia.” “Daminor has changed since the attack. I wish that one day he could get back to his old self again and that girl is his mate—” “He's gonna reject her and you know that! He hates humans with everything in him. Why would moon goddess play a ruthless game with Dr?” Ephraim threw his hands up in exasperation.

When she saw the drawing, she asked, "Who are you drawing, Nova?" "Sir Draco.” "Can I see it?" Samantha asked with a smile. Nova handed over the drawing. Samantha examined it carefully. Although the drawing was not particularly well done, it clearly revealed what Nova was thinking inside. She wanted to become someone who could protect everyone, maybe even help the father she had never met to gain redemption. "Mom, Sir Draco's my idol now. Could you please tell me more stories about him?" Nova asked with a pout. Samantha smiled and said, "Sure, but before that, let's eat dinner."