All Chapters of MY SAVING DOOM : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The lights flickered again. Once. Twice. Then steadied, humming with a tension that prickled down my spine.I wasn’t breathing.“Damian—”“Stay back.” His tone was sharp, a command that sliced the air in two. He stepped forward, his shoulders squared, storm-colored eyes scanning the shadows like he could rip them apart.But I felt it too. The heaviness pressing against the walls. The whisper of something unseen brushing the back of my neck.We weren’t alone.“You said he left,” I whispered, hating the shake in my voice.“I said for now.” Damian’s jaw clenched. “He changed his mind.”And then the voice curled through the silence again—silk over steel.“Closer than you think.”I spun, eyes darting across every corner, but there was no one. No shadow, no figure, no face. Only the words wrapping tight around my throat.My heart slammed against my ribs. “I don’t see anything!”“That’s the point,” Damian growled. “He doesn’t have to be seen.”The air thickened. My skin prickled. The room fe

I hadn’t even wiped the tears off my face from the call with my dad when I felt it—that electric pull in the air. Heavy. Sharp. Familiar.I didn’t have to turn. My body already knew.“Enjoying yourself?”The voice slid through the night like smoke. I spun anyway, my pulse leaping into my throat.Damian leaned against a sleek black car parked at the curb, arms folded like he’d been waiting for me all along. His storm-gray eyes were locked on me, unblinking, burning with something I couldn’t name.I froze, my breath hitching before fury rushed in to fill the gap. “You—” My voice cracked. “You said you’d never come back.”His mouth tilted in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I lied.” His tone was flat, unapologetic, like it was the most natural thing in the world as he walked up to me.Of course he did. Of course he lied.I let out a sharp laugh, bitter and shaking. “That figures. gods and their promises. You must get a kick out of stringing people along, don’t you?”He pushed off t

The words slipped past my lips before I could stop them, reckless and raw. They hung in the air like a spark poised to ignite.Damian’s eyes darkened instantly, the storm in them roaring to life. His grip on me tightened, his jaw flexing as though he was fighting every instinct to consume me whole. For a heartbeat, I thought he might break, might actually do all the wicked things he’d just promised.But instead, his mouth twisted into a dangerous smirk. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”“Then teach me.” My voice wavered, but I didn’t back down.For a long, suffocating moment, he studied me like I was both prey and something sacred he wasn’t supposed to touch. Then, with a growl that rattled through my bones, he kissed me again. It was fierce, unrestrained, his mouth crushing mine with all the pent-up hunger he’d been holding back. His hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping my hip as though anchoring himself to me.Heat tore through me, stealing reason, erasing everything b

I stared at the clock above the counter, the hands ticking far too slowly toward closing time. Every second stretched like it knew what was waiting for me tonight. My shift was almost over, and with each passing minute, my chest tightened.Ethan was still sitting at one of the corner tables, scrolling on his phone, casual as ever. Claire had long since abandoned work, buzzing between customers and nudging me every chance she got with little grins and not-so-subtle whispers: You’ll thank me later.I wouldn’t.My apron suddenly felt too tight. I tugged it off and folded it with stiff fingers, my thoughts racing. Damian’s storm-gray eyes burned in my mind—his voice, his promises, the heat of him still branded on my skin. And now, here I was, about to play “normal girl” on a date with someone who was safe, ordinary, and completely not him.“Stop looking like you’re heading to the gallows,” Claire whispered, swooping in beside me as she stacked cups. “It’s dinner, not execution.”I shot he

The world giving way never felt graceful. It ripped instead — like an answer pulled free, jagged and hot. One moment I stood in the restaurant with the taste of her on my tongue and the echo of her laugh in my bones; the next, the air around me collapsed and something older than time yanked me elsewhere.I hit the dark without a sound, the shock of displacement folding me inward. For a beat I had no sense of up or down, only the raw, panicked animal awareness that I was not where I should be. When the solid ground finally found me it was cold and unfamiliar. Shadows moved like living things. The sky above was bruised, a slow bruise that widened with some deliberate slowness.They were there before my sight had cleared — not in any single direction but filling the space like a sudden storm. Six forms coalesced from the dim, each one an impossible architecture of light and law. Their faces, if they could be called faces, were older than any history I owned. The High Council. Judgment ma