Dam Game Novels & Stories

We are three weeks into this war with the Hybrid Army. My mind buzzes with mindlinks. The silence and lack of activity only raises tension as we stare down the country roads. Men are positioned on clifftops, every vehicle movement monitored. Staring for hours down a silent valley of green forest I couldn't help reminiscing. The surprise at seeing Maddox, carrying his hurriedly written sealed letter. He arrived just after the Full Moon Dance, the single, unmated hopefuls having completed their line ups. I was relieved none of my battalion made a match, to rip that new bond apart would be brutal.

he laughed gathering himself from the fragments I had just seen, “It’s actually nothing bad at all. Just complicated.” “So I don’t need to smother him in his sleep?” “God, Drea, your so violent,” Dayna’s voice called out, “And yeah the way Hiro said that sounded wayyy, more serious than it actually is.” “Yeah, it’s not-“ “Should I just tell her?” “No, not now it’s embarrassing.” “What?” There was more scuffle on the other side of the phone, “HIRO STOP RUNNING AWAY!” “NEVERRRRR-“

AUTHOR'S POV. The moonlight flittering in, casting eerie shadows across the room,Pamela sat on her bed in the room she now shared with Dawn. She bit her lips anxiously as she stared at the door waiting for Dawn to return back to the room after seeing his parents off. Suddenly the door creaked open and Dawn walked in, Pamela got up and ran towards him, her brows furrowed in curiosity. “What did your mother say?” She questioned. “Is she still angry?”

“Damien just coded again. We’re losing him!” The world stopped.

Damien said coldly, walking out of the dungeon. At the Vladimir villa, Camila was worried and didn’t know what to do. She decided to go talk to Daniel. On her way to his room, she overheard him on the phone. “Did you find them? They’re dead? Damien already has his hands on them. He knows something about the explosion. Idiots… go after the CEOs of fresh and strip bars. They caused this. I’m not going to be in their mess. I don’t want to see them. Just kill them before Damien gets to them,” Daniel’s voice echoed in Camila’s ears.

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But who? Damian’s fists clenched at his sides, his expression hardening. "This ends now," he said, his voice filled with quiet rage. "No more games. No more lies." The room was deathly silent, the tension unbearable. I could see the fury in Damian’s eyes, but there was something else there too—something darker, more dangerous. And I realized then that we weren’t just preparing for a battle against Evan anymore. We were preparing for war against someone much closer to home.

he smiles at my reply. My house is quiet and most of the lights in my room are off, Damien and I lay next to each other talking and he asks "did anything happen while I was gone?" "Yes actually" I get up going to my desk grabbing my computer, sitting back in bed I open it and begin explaining. "I didn't really have anyone to play with so I joined a COD online tournament for fun, and got second place on the first round." "No shit?" He sits up excited coming next to me to see the screen, "how many rounds?"

he said, staring at each of them; Leo, Maya, and Ben. “Damien doesn’t destroy the game. He destroys the people inside it.” Leo leaned forward, his fists tight on the table. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes burned with anger. “Then tell us everything. No half-truths. No sugarcoating.” Marcus gave a bitter laugh, one without joy. “You think I’d sugarcoat this? Damien’s not the kind of man who rigs entire matches. That’s amateur stuff. He’s smarter than that. He rigs moments.”