Dam Game Novels & Stories

If she had a chance to save her job it would be now. She would try reason with him and let him know. "Yet you remember what happened last night," Damien replied. "I promise you I don't." "But you are telling me the details already." Raven stopped for a bit, he did have a fair point she thought, she had aired herself out on her own. "I meant the details, I don't remember them." "What details?" Damien dragged out slowly. "I mean of last night, I just remember the outline of the memory but not the details. Those are cleared from my mind."

The other holding a tumbler of something amber. He didn’t turn when Alex entered. “Lock the door,” Damian said. Alex did. The heavy click echoed. Damian finally faced him. Eyes dark, unreadable. He set the glass down with deliberate slowness. “Come here.” Alex crossed the room on legs that felt too long. Damian met him halfway. No shove this time. No rush. He reached out, fingers curling around the knot of Alex’s tie. Pulled it loose with one slow tug. The silk whispered as it slid free.

Majority of the campers are boys because game addiction is their thing – to be exact, Dungeon Raydens-addiction. Dungeon Raydens is a sandbox-style MMORPG that’s a one-stop-shop for a lot of things. Kate remembers that, when Ecto was still around (darn, it hurt to think that), they did almost everything there except PvP and the MOBA-esque Battle Royale end game, which Ecto abhorred for their violence.

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.

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".

The safehouse war room smells of instant coffee, gun oil, and the faint ozone burn of overworked laptops. Damian stands at the head of the folding table, sleeves rolled to the elbows, bandage stark white against his forearm. Maps of Lagos glow on the screens behind him, red pins marking Horizon safehouses, blue dots for our assets. Three team members hover nearby, silent, waiting for orders.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“