Dami #dreamcatcher Novels & Stories

“You’re our little moonbeam, Kayla.” Finally, Alicia held up a deep silver-gray fabric with hints of dark blue, set aside for Damien. “This, for your mate,” she said, glancing at Stephanie with a knowing smile. “A symbol of strength and wisdom, a grounding force, like the alpha he is.” Stephanie nodded, imagining Damien in the noble silver shade that would match her midnight blue, their attires symbolizing their unity. “He’ll love it. I’ll let him know to come by for his measurements later.”

Dami would blame herself forever if I hurt others for her. What do I do? It had been a while since talks of her being the next Oracle went around. Even when she was just born, her magic was phenomenal and we knew she would go on to do great things. Being an Oracle was just a joke. As time went on, the joke rarely came up. Dami had a lot of dreams for the future. As the only family I ever kept in touch with, she was the closest person to me and since my words were few, she always filled the silence between us with her dreams.

“Or I’ll leave you here, hard and useless.” His voice cracked. “Please…” She smiled. There it is. Pleasure burned through her like gasoline finding flame. This was power. This was rebirth. The next morning, she opened the safe in Damian’s wall, using the code he muttered in his sleep. Inside was a velvet box. Not money. Not weapons. But ten old polaroids. Each of a different woman. Each branded with a number. And the last photo? A picture of her. With the number 11 scrawled across the bottom.

I need him to know now, so he can reject me and get it over with if he doesn't want me. “Nice to finally meet you Tabatha, I’m Damien, Beta of the Silver Dawn pack.”

“Sir… she’s currently unreachable. Her phone’s been disconnected. She’s not at her apartment. No public appearances.” Damian’s voice dropped, cold and final. “Then find her. Offer her money. A safe house. Protection. Tell her it’s about a role. A sponsorship. I don’t care. Just bring her to me.” “Understood.” He hung up. And stared at her photo on the screen. Amara Collins. Broken. Betrayed. Hated. And because she was the only woman in the world who could touch him. And he wasn’t going to let her go.

I don't know what happened after that. The sound of someone outside her tent brought her back. She cautiously opened the flap and looked outside. There was Dagomarus and he was picking up some shredded clothing. She looked down at herself and realized that it was her clothing. Crap, stupid pack is still in the truck. Well, he's seen it before, but now it's different. She crawled out of the tent and stood up. Strangely enough, she felt great; fully rested and energetic. She looked over to see that Damien had stopped and he was looking at her. However, the expression on his face wasn't what she expected when she stepped out naked.

They were up to something. The silence broke again when footsteps sounded on the stairs. Dami appeared at the top landing, dressed casually but effortlessly stunning in tight jeans, a loose white shirt tucked in, her hair falling freely down her shoulders. For a second, the whole room stilled. Rhea raised a curious brow. “You’re not going to work?” “I am,” Dami said. “but I won’t stay long. I have a date with Doman later.” The air shifted immediately. Alexa groaned. Rhea rolled her eyes. Sophia did the same. I said nothing.

Before she could complete another voice interrupted them. "Dami..." Damian turned towards the feminine voice and the ground beneath his feet slipped away. The girl who was standing in front of her was an exact replica of rose. Same dark hair, grey eyes, same height, Everything was same. She was wearing a white sundress. Surrounded by the innocent aura and was looking like an angel. Her innocent face and glossy eyes was showing her vulnerable state. She ran towards damian and hugged him tightly and damian was taken off guard. He was beyond confused.

He did so. Dami didn't only see himself as a boss he saw himself as a king.His love for white color made his house inner painting white colour. He also had a picture of a flying dragon with fire in it's mouth hung on the wall in the sitting room,the same exact tattoo he had on his chest. Dami was sure he heard a female's voice underneath the loudness of the music,he was so sure cause this wasn't some movie where he'd be hallucinating or daydreaming such a thing.

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.