Novel & Cerita Damage

He hoped he didn't pay for his folly with his life because he doubted by the stench wafting through the broken windows that he'd find sustenance in this battle. A shame. Nothing freaked a mortal enemy out more than when you ate his comrade before his wide, white eyes and promised it would be his turn next. While the truck had come to rest on its wheels, a final flip leaving them upright, it didn't mean they'd emerged completely unscathed. Thaddeus ignored his various contusions and the few cuts. They'd heal soon enough, especially once he ate. Of more concern were his companions. Toni groaned, alive, but concussed he'd wager, judging by her fluttering lids and waxen complexion. As for Marc,

Faint gray light appeared in the distance—the exit near the river, still distant but no longer completely out of reach. We were almost clear when the second wound declared itself. Damon went to one knee without warning. A sharp, involuntary sound left him, half breath and half pain. I caught his shoulder before he could fall forward. Through the bond I felt the exact moment the old damage tore wider. Heat and cold flooded the connection at the same time, a dual wave that made my own knees weaken for a heartbeat. His weight settled heavily against me, and for a moment I thought we would both go down.

I move again. This time I pull from everything around us. Twisted beams. Shattered vehicles. Fragments of buildings. They rise. Every piece suspended in the air like it belongs there. Damon’s eyes track the movement. Calculating. I send them all at once. The impact shakes the plaza. Metal crashes into concrete, sparks flying, debris scattering in every direction. Smoke rises between us. For a second Nothing. Then He steps out of it. Unharmed. His breathing is steady.

No use regretting now. YES! [Available skills] -EVASION: Dodge any attack one time. MP cost: 20 Skill point :3 -BLACKOUT: Release a thick and dense gas covering 2m in radius from the source blocking the sight of all inside the gas. MP cost: 15 Skill point: 2 -STEEL BODY: Passive skill which reduces damage taken by 10% Skill point:6 -PIERCE: Enhances the next attack with a piercing effect that will ignore 20% of armour. MP cost: 10

Police lights flashed through the broken glass. Marcus had called them. Three men down. Obasi’s logo on their jackets. Damien was bleeding from his arm. "You're hit," Zara said. Panic in her voice. "It's nothing." Marcus was already ripping his shirt. "Hold this," he told her. Pressed fabric to Damien’s arm. Zara’s hands shook. One man bleeding for her. One man bandaging him. POV: DAMIEN Hospital. Again. Stitches. Statement. Photos.

“Drink some more if you need to.” An abrupt grunt burned in his throat, white teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his eyes clamped shut. His large palm dwarfed the miniature bottle of whisky as he brought it to his lips and chugged down the remainder. “Fuck,” he cried out, long and drawn out, his muscles clenching rigidly beneath bloodied skin. “I know, baby. I’m sorry,” Zoe whispered, wiping her hair from her forehead with the side of her hand. “The needle is too weak to go through smoothly.”

The vulnerability, the fear, the possibility of being hurt. Because staying closed-off and protected was just another kind of destruction. And Eli was worth the risk.

He groaned in pain. Zoe screamed in anger and began kicking about. She rushed towards Dale and then came the beating.. "Please, please! Please don't," Dale cried, shielding her affected leg. Zoe was punching the injury aggressively. Zoe then reached for the shotgun and watched for a moment and then she struck her suddenly with it, sending her crashing to the floor, but not before her face banged against the table she hid. Dale felt sharp, crushing pains in her side and back, she was being kicked repeatedly. She tried screaming but nothing came out as she looked up, something bright and strangely beautiful exploded in her face but its impact was felt on her shoulder.

Maybe he knew I would. I groan. God, what did he do to me. He has obviously scarred my sex life for me cause I won't be craving for any man anytime soon if it's not him. Oh poor Danny. I know he won't be able to ease the ache in between my legs anymore because Mr. Stranger scarred my sex life.

I responded and Finn grinned at me with relief in his eyes. "So is anyone seriously injured?" Eve asked. "Not really. I'm sure Vic is hurting but we were careful not to hurt David and his crew. They're really protective of you, Layla." Tom informed me and I had to laugh. "Great. That's what I need. More protective crews." I sarcastically responded and everyone chuckled. "Are you all ok?" Hart asked and everyone nodded. I checked Finn's bruise but it didn't seem that bad. "Don't worry, princess. I just caught the edge of a punch. They weren't aiming for me." he whispered. I kissed him and he pulled me close.