Dam Game Novels & Stories

When I touch you I am on fire and when I am away from you I am on a slab of ice. I don't know what is better to let myself be burned in your frames or let myself have a frostbite. -Damien Damien POV "This is our plan.", I stated. Everyone nodded their head. "Boss how are you so sure that they will attack tonight?", David asked.

Then I checked the swimming pool area—also empty. Finally, I headed to the game room, a space my father had built but rarely used. The lights were off, but I could hear the sounds of gunfire and explosions coming from inside. I pushed open the door and found exactly what I expected: Damien sitting in front of the TV, wearing headphones and completely immersed in a violent video game. Empty energy drink cans and snack wrappers littered the floor around him. I walked over to the light switch and flipped it on. The sudden brightness made him jump, and I could hear his cursing even through the headphones.

One good stab would send him right back to where he wanted to be. Closing his eyes, Zen aimed for the neck and plunged the dagger deeply with both hands. However, nothing happened. “Huh?” Damian blinked. “Did you miss?” Looking at the dagger, Zen tilted his head in confusion. However, the system notification helped to clarify his questions. “I think you’d have to exercise those legs and head back to town,” he informed Damian. “You might as well do it while I prepare dinner early. Friendly fire is disabled.” Hearing how murder in the game was also prohibited, more forcefully than the school rules, Damian protested.

"Do you know what I do to people who steal from me?" "I wasn't stealing. I was borrowing—" "You were stealing and now you're lying about it which makes this worse." "Please," David said again. "I have a family. Kids. I need—" "You needed three hundred thousand dollars? For what?" "Gambling debts." "You stole from me to pay gambling debts to someone else." I smiled. "That's almost impressive." "I'll get you the money—" "You will but first you're going to do something for me." His face went pale. "What?"

The scent of her shampoo mixed with smoke and rain, grounding him even in chaos. Cole glanced at them both, grim. “They’re not stopping, Dante. Whoever’s after her…they want blood.” Dante’s grip tightened around Amara as he turned to Cole, voice low and deadly. “Then they’ll drown in theirs.” Amara looked between them—the man who claimed to protect her, and the one who claimed to save her. And for the first time, she didn’t know which of them was more dangerous. Her voice broke softly against the silence. “That was the night I realized Dante wasn’t my danger… he was my war.”

Damien POV I see some pup come up behind my mate and I am immediately on my feet and, therefore, so are my men. Kayla stands up as Abby turns and says, "Adam. I didn't think I'd see you here. This is my second chance mate, Alpha Damien Riggs from the Red Fang Pack. Damien, this is future Alpha of Silver Moon Pack, Adam Dumas".

A relief washover her but it is for a second when they all get up and again started running. She is continously throwing fireballs on them but it just stop a few. Damian take another sharp turn making her almost fall but he grab her waist on time. Her head started start spinning as all the energy started draining out . ERA THROW THIS PENDANT, he hunched speeding douching the attacks. Her eyes snapped up to him to see the hint of joke but he is damn serious . She can feel this even he is wearing a helmet but his hold tightened on her in threatened way.

Hard and loud enough to echoe in the room. I look down at the floor and cry silently. I don't want to be a victim of domestic violence. Worst of all, from someone I loved, trusted and could call my family. "How dare you!" He snapped. He squats to my level and drags my hair to force me look at him. "On whose permission did you make a call, uh?" I try to pull back and look away but he tightens his hold on my hair. "Look at me, you bitch." I raise my hand up to hold his hand on my hair, trying my best to reduce the pain as much as possible.

I shouted as I realized I was near the top. I smiled as I smashed another barrel. Not because I was close, well, that part of it, But I was smiling because my mate had slipped free of her bindings. I’ve fought her and can admit without shame that she kicked my ass. Kong is going to regret taking her hostage. “NO ONE FUCKS WITH A D’AMORE!” My mate shouted as she raised a barrel and threw it at Kong. She started throwing more of them at him when he didn’t drop from the first hit.

Turning back to the creek, knowing it was going to sap his strength quickly if he stayed in it too long; he began to walk up stream. Damien walked about a half mile before getting out of the creek on the opposite side. He figured that the humans wouldn't want to cross this creek with the water temperature as low as it was, plus the distance he had traveled almost guaranteed they wouldn't find his trail. Still leaving a blood trail, he walked into the woods and headed for the Front Range.