Collateral Damage Novels & Stories

“They saved us.” “Saved?” Nicole grimaced. “Hunters,” Benji gestured at the lifeless bodies. “Collateral damage for getting in the way of family matters.” “Family matters? What the hell is he talking about?” Bryan asked. “Save yourself,” Cameroon managed to say. “This doesn't concern you,” Carson added. “Listen to them, go,” Cadel urged, rising and falling on one knee.

"Because you took everything from me. You humiliated me. You exposed me. And I won't let you win." "But you're hurting innocent people," May said, her voice rising. "The employees, the shareholders, the community – they're all going to suffer because of your actions." "Collateral damage," Harding said, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes devoid of any remorse. "They should have chosen their side more carefully." May's anger flared, her patience wearing thin. She wanted to lash out, to strike him, to make him feel the pain he had inflicted on so many others. But she restrained herself, knowing that violence would only play into his hands.

He explained. "Were there still humans in those towns when they were bombed?" I asked. "I know that it was a shit call. But it was a shit situation." He snapped. "Collateral damage. That doesn't excuse what you did. What's the loss of life?" I asked. "Last count was 36 000 humans." He says. "Holy shit." I say. "And they're not finished yet. How many vampires are out there?" He asked.

“He wouldn’t sell. He wouldn’t listen to reason. He thought he could stand in the way of progress. So I removed him. It was business, Jerome. Just business.” ​“And my mother?” I asked, my voice trembling with the effort to hold back the violence. “Was she business too?” ​“She was collateral damage,” Vane shrugged. “She shouldn’t have been in the car.” ​Collateral damage. ​The woman who used to sing me to sleep. The woman who smelled like vanilla and rain. Collateral damage. ​I felt something inside me snap. The tether that held the beast in check broke. ​“You killed them,” I said. “And you came he

“You endangered people.” “Collateral,” it replies. Noelle steps beside me, voice even. “Say that again, but imagine it’s written down.” The shape stills. “Observation: witness presence alters phrasing.” “Good,” I say. “Learn faster.” The silver presses outward just enough to be felt, gravity thickening the space between us. Not a threat. A reminder. “You want clarity?” I continue. “Here it is. If you create harm to provoke a response, that harm counts. I will not excuse it because you didn’t touch anyone directly.”

"So what did you do? He definitely wouldn't bring someone here for no reason." "It's a long and shocking story. I'm still struggling to believe it happened, especially in this day and age." Elena sighed, shaking her head. "I'm being held as collateral for my ex-husband's debt." "Collateral?" "Shocking, right? Your brother is a heartless devil." "That's strange." Sara's brows drew together. "Lu doesn't take people as collateral anymore. He stopped that a long time ago." Elena froze. "What do you mean?"

The radiation damage could worsen, leading to further cellular death or even cancer. There was no predicting what would happen next for them. … One quiet evening, after returning from the research institute, I scrolled through my social media as usual. Amidst the flood of comments, one caught my eye. "I saw Neil Jackson and Lorraine Larsen at the hospital I'm interning at! They're barely ninety pounds soaking wet now. I wouldn't have recognized them if I hadn't checked their medical records!" I just glanced at it briefly and moved on. Just as I posted another educational article by routine, a soft bundle latched onto my leg.

I kept hitting him insanely until Daniel back was slammed hard against mirror wall ‘CRACK..... CRACK... Clankxxxx........... CRACK......’ entire wall mirror got shattered into sharp piercing piece Daniel entire face by now had turned into deeper shade or purple and blue, thin streams of blood was oozing out from his forehead , hands and neck... however my anger was not calmed, I was here with intent to kill this motherfucker.... As Daniel struggled to stand up on his feet’s I mercilessly pulled him up by his collars and roughly pushed him down in front of my stepmother, by witnessing the fearful look in her eyes I could tell she herself was scared to death....

I felt it through my palm still pressed to his chest in the real world. “He’s dying,” I snapped. “He is unstable,” Thorne corrected. “A branch that cannot carry the weight.” Cold fury flooded my veins. “You knew some of us wouldn’t survive this.” A pause. “Yes.” The Flame flared brighter at his admission. “You used Rowan,” I said. “He was collateral,” Thorne answered, too quickly. The word hit harder than any blade. Collateral. The Flame reacted to my rage. It surged, white turning sharp, jagged.

Much bigger. ‎ ‎“Then I should leave,” she said quietly. “I need to—” ‎ ‎“You cannot,” he interrupted sharply. “Not until I know she’s safe. Not until I know exactly what she has, and who is behind this.” ‎ ‎Her chest tightened. “So I’m a hostage?” ‎ ‎Victor’s gaze sharpened. “Collateral.” ‎ ‎The word cut deeper than any threat ever could. It wasn’t just a label—it was a statement of the stakes. Her life. Her sister’s life. The political chaos that now extended far beyond her comprehension.