Dabi Laughing Novels & Stories

“This is the man you all worship like some untouchable god! So weak… so helpless… and still, he dares to laugh at me?” She turned back to Damian, her expression twitching in irritation. “What’s so funny?” she snarled, dark energy crackling in her palms. But Damian didn’t answer with words. He laughed again. Not loud—but low and deep, like thunder rolling beneath the earth. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t pained. It was maddeningly calm. His eyes—though reddened and bleeding from the edges—were sharp. Alive. Unbroken. It was the kind of laugh that didn’t beg for mercy…