Dami #dreamcatcher 소설 & 이야기

Charlotte tried to reach for Rurik, but Damien grabbed her wrist, jerking her away. "Listen. You're clearly under his power. We will break whatever hold he has over you." Damien's hazel eyes, so like her own, were cold and hard now. This was the sort of man Grigori and Mikhail had feared when they learned of her identity. A man who scared her now. "He doesn't have a hold over me. We just" Damien called out to one of his hunters. "Tamara." Tamara stared at him, lips parted in shock. "She's not really"

Someone found a pack of preserved rations; another unearthed a small cache of cider, cracked and dusty but drinkable. Taro strummed the lute again, its strings mended with wire from a broken gauntlet. The melody he played this time was hopeful—an echo of something old, now reborn. Damian didn’t join them. He stood by the water’s edge, looking out over the reflection of the night sky. It shimmered oddly; two skies layered over one another—the mortal realm above and the resonance below, still linked, still learning to breathe in unison. He could feel it pulsing faintly under his skin, a quiet tether connecting him to her. When he closed his eyes, he almost saw her—floating between worlds, hair

“They wouldn’t even let me touch her. Loyalty even through her own body in front of me to stop me from seeing her! Then her boy toy showed up and my daughter clung to him like it was second nature to her” Gabe steps back out of his room with a tablet in his hands. “Amory Williams, current age twenty-one, is the owner of the Spark nightclub in Red Hook, Brooklyn, New York. Her current address is the address of the nightclub's address. Her previous address was some building in Downtown Brooklyn. Her education, she has a degree in Business and Finance. The girl has been busy, damn! She owns two vehicles, the motorcycle from you and some car I’ve never even heard of before! She’s listed as legal

/We must work together, trust me again/ Nina begged as I curled up in a ball, twisting my fingers as we silently discussed ideas. Darius was twice the size of me, together, for hours we sought to work out the best way to get out of here. Shifting would not guarantee I could burst through the iron bars, plus it would give away my intention to escape. I couldn’t afford for Darius to make a noise if we attacked him. We had to be quick enough to avoid his mind-linking Tange. I started stretching, only the image of Cillian and those hurt blue eyes keeping my determination afloat. If I want to be his Luna, this is where I have to earn it. I need to get back to Cragstone and tell him everything I k

"Diamond." Interesting. Typically, Jesse gave the girls their stage names, and there was always a reason. Cherry had hair to match the alias, even if it came from a box at Walmart. Cinnamon had a landing strip the exact shade, coupled with a spicy persona. Candy because she was sweet, and she played that role. Raven looked like a female version of the crow. Every girl was easy to spot. But Diamond didn't suit. "Seriously?" Cherry shrugged. "Jesse saw something in her. Who knows."

Damian remarked before handing her the tablet that was placed in front of his seat, "Try googling my news. Or go to any social networking page and search for my name, my pack, any keyword you can think of that has anything to do with me." Alicia did as he said, but the search turned up only one entry on the Wikipedia page - Damian Howard, Alpha of The Moon Halo Pack. When she clicked on The Moon Halo Pack. Alpha: Damian Howard. Luna: Confidential; Number of members: Confidential; Background: Confidential. For the first time, Alicia saw a page as clean as a test paper, with only the name on it, with no value whatsoever.

He answered. “Okay. He is probably in his late twenties or early thirties, he was heavily built, he has blue orbs and dirty blond hair. Recognize anyone with those features??” I asked. “Hmmm yeah. Matthew, only difference is that Matthew has brown orbs instead.” Damian answered. “I know who Matthew is and that clearly wasn’t him. I almost forgot. He has a black mole on his left cheek.” I said. Damian froze when I mentioned the mole. “What did you just say??” He asked as he suddenly became very serious.

The significance of this moment is not lost on me as Alpha Maddox continues, "Damien, as Alpha, do you vow to protect and cherish Natalie, to lead your pack with her by your side, to honor and uphold her as your Luna?" Damien's intense gaze meets mine, a silent promise of strength and devotion. "I vow to protect and cherish Natalie with every ounce of my being," he declares, his voice commanding yet tender. "I will lead our pack with her wisdom as my guide, and I will cherish her as my equal in all things."

I hadn’t seen my sister for a day, and here she is at Damian’s concert. I turned to a lady who's been shouting from the crowd, the whole time. She had a tattoo on her neck and it was boldly written ‘Damian’. "Come on, Damian!" she shouted at the top of her voice, and it kind of pissed me off. Another lady wore his shirt with "KING OF MY HEART" beneath his picture, while someone else declared him "MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR," and another boldly proclaimed, "I LOVE YOU, MY DAMIAN."

Manageable, he said, for now. The door opened. Damien stepped in, still dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing the new tattoo he’d gotten last week, a small crown intertwined with thorns and a tiny reaper scythe, for our child. He crossed the room in three strides and knelt before me, pressing his forehead to my stomach like he did every night. “How are my two favorites?” His voice was rough, exhausted, but warm. “Active,” I replied, threading my fingers through his dark hair. “I think your daughter is already practicing her power moves.”