Blink Dammit Novels & Stories

Damon replied. "Keep on decieving yourself, do whatever you want but I will make sure that my momma never make a bad decision because of me, you both deserve to be in the deepest part of the hell where you both actually belong." Pearl said. Damon raised his hand to hit her but was interrupted by Alpha Blaze. "What are you doing, are you insane? You can't hit her, remember that if something happens to her we will never get what we want from crimson." Alpha Blaze yelled.

Six minutes. “Can you disarm it?” Celeste asked Damien. “I can try,” he said, kneeling. Red, blue, green, and yellow wires. “Classic,” he muttered. “Cut the wrong one and we’re dust.” “So cut the right one,” Celeste said. “Which one?” Gunfire echoed above—Rylan’s men fighting. Five minutes left. “Blue,” Elena said. “Blue’s lucky.” “That’s not how bombs work,” Damien said. “You got a better idea?”

Blaze said with a smile. "Unfortunately, You provoked the person closest to my heart" Damien said and pointed the gun at him. "You won't actually kill me right?" Mr. Blaze realized the seriousness of the matter. "Guess?" Damien pulled the trigger. "You are a Solider, Won't it be detrimental to your position if you point a gun at a civilian" Mr. Blaze trued standing but his legs reminded him of his situation at this moment. "Really?" Damien didn't bother to explain and shot him on his other legs directly.

I said. Ethan nodded. “I think they’re handling the media. Hopefully they catch the blackmailer and solve everything in time.” AUTHOR’S POINT OF VIEW “Brandon!” “Brandon!” Jamila screamed as she burst into his apartment. He walked out of the kitchen shirtless, a cigarette between his lips. “Baby,” he called. She slapped him hard. “Jami, what have I done?” he asked, laughing. “You’re asking me what you’ve done? How could you be so careless to do something as stupid as this?” she demanded, trying to process the shock.

I tilted my head, caught his gaze, and let the words roll off my tongue like a dare. “Scopami allora.” (Fuck me then.)

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

Dark. "Come on Claus, cover me…" I say to my best friend and right-hand man. Before I go out behind the car and shoot the motherfuckers who decided to come attack me. "Just do the Dark shots," he replies, looking at me with annoyance. He smiled when he noticed how much it overwhelms him to have to shoot, he's not that good with weapons, at least not like the rest or Max. I look over my shoulder through the window of the armored van in which we came to have a clearer idea of ​​the location of the men attacking us.

Serena cried out, “They’re breaking through!” The Sorority Wing – Connected Building They had no choice but to push forward. The dorms were connected by a skybridge. As they crossed, Damien froze. A group of infected sorority girls — including one he had fed from consensually just two nights ago — charged them. Their once-beautiful faces were twisted, designer clothes ripped and bloody. Damien moved like a ghost. He snapped necks with cold efficiency, but each kill carved another piece out of him. “They were innocent,” he whispered after the last one fell. “This virus doesn’t care about bloodlines or covens or packs. It takes everything.”

Damian commanded water and commanded it well, but he wasn't as versatile as Skylar. Instead of relying solely on his own style, Damian adapted. He didn't try to break Sky's rhythm by force-he blended into it. His steps mirrored the subtle shifts of the dance, and instead of defending blindly, he timed his own strikes accordingly. For a fleeting moment, he caught a glimmer of respect in Skylar's eyes.