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, Damien laughed at the last part then stood up. "You chose darkness", Damien spoke while walking towards him. "You killed my mate", He angrily spoke. "Yes I did", Damien responded. At that Brian's nails instantly enlongated and within minutes he was lunging towards Damien. Everything happened quickly because before I knew it, Damien was digging his claws in Brian's hands. "You know am more powerful than you", Brian chuckled before he quickly swiped his long claws at Damien's stomach and blood poured out from his white shirt down on to his pants , soaking them.

The Mongrels now notice the tattoo on his chest and his scars; staring at it makes you feel intimidated as the one screams, “that’s Lucifer's son.” Just then, as they are about to attack him, Johnathan and Desmond are behind him. Johnathan walks up to them. Johnathan is angered, and Desmond is ready to fight them. “Well, well, well," he said, cracking his knuckles and picking up a baseball bat. Seeing his eyes, the mongrels now realize that it was a foolish mistake to challenge him because, in the next instant, Joshua had smashed the one mongrel's forearm with the baseball bat, sending pain rocketing through the guy's nerves. The mongrel guy with the bald head could not ignore this. Screechi

I run my fingers over them and my lower belly clenches. Damned dragon.

They went out to meet Alpha Damien. When Damien called for the pack members, he didn't expect them to come quickly and within twenty minutes, they all met and started discussing. They began discussing the plan of ambush and that's when one of the members told him that he couldn't defeat Williams without a mate or the golden staff and book, and he told them that he didn't need them, the anger within him was enough.

I glanced at the other bosses in the room and they all looked unbothered like this was a normal occurrence. Only Paolo looked angry but this was probably because of his long lasting feud with Dante. "Stop!" Dante said. They all stopped and bowed their head in gratitude thanking him profusely. Dante turned to the man who had abused me. He reached into his pockets and brought out a knife. He looked at two of the others, "Hold him down" he commanded. They obeyed and quickly held him down. I watched as Dante cut off all his fingers, one after the other. The man screamed in pain, he would pass out from the pain and Dante would bring him back and continue.

Not merely destruction, though corrupt systems would necessarily fall beneath his focused intent. The Choir of the Damned now sang through him, their centuries of accumulated wisdom guiding his path forward. Their collective voice joined the bone framework constructed from forgotten souls, creating internal guidance that transcended mortal limitation while maintaining connection to human concerns. As night fell across the realm, stars appeared in patterns that seemed to mirror the celestial configurations visible within the Shadow Knight's transformed substance. Above and within, constellations aligned to mark approaching culmination of journey that had begun in the Council's dungeons.

“He won’t win.” “But he’ll try.” I folded my arms. “And we both know Martin doesn’t bluff.” Silence stretched between us for a moment. Then I added, “What happened between you two? The Black Highlands?” “He ambushed me,” Damien said, voice like gravel. “I killed his Beta and nearly ripped him apart. He escaped with half his ribs broken. But he never forgave that.” I exhaled slowly. “So now he wants revenge. And leverage. And—”

A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him? Though they were both the devil's spawn, and Don Luciano was way worse since he killed majorly for fun, while Viktor did it to protect his country, Russia, but still, how are they brothers? They do not even share the same last name but why do they look so fucking much alike? Was there something here that I was missing? "Oh my God! You sure are surrounded by awful people." Kelly leaned to whisper into my ear, and I couldn't agree any less, though I think the girl behind the two monsters in front of me heard Kelly, for she shot her a glare.

"And what about using a partner's parents as bait? Is that considered brilliance?" She pulled the photo from the files he had given her, her finger pressing against her parents' young faces. "You said I'm the only donor for B-17. Tell me—are you showing me this to fuel my hatred, or to remind me that you hold the hand that turns the key?" Dominic looked at the photo, his finger pausing. "I am not blackmailing you." He sat up straight. "Staying by my side is your only way out. Victor is a madman, Adrian is stalking you, and the man named Thorne is no savior."