Damage Novels & Stories

◇NO POV◇ In a room damien is breaking everything out of anger as his precious obsession is going out of his hands looking at his master in that kind of situation the assistant got panicked and asked "master what happened?? why you're looking so angry??" damien replied "how can I be without anger I made her to see how cruel that don is I made her to get scared of him but she got married to him I felt something suspicious like he threatened her so she might got married to him

“What is finite doing here? How did you get in? she asked No reply. She proceeded to take off the garment, revealing a person from Arba’s race. “A Rockshire in finite?” this is rare The Rockshire struggled and oozed out black energy. The energy began to disrupt the balance of the room as everywhere rumbled. Craya, on the other hand, struggled to hold onto him but couldn’t. He threw her off and approached me. As he was about to grab me, he paused. “Turn around,” a voice said.

Damian was forced to sit that one out cuz his foot got injured pretty badly in defence training against the silver weapons; a silver spear was thrown at him and in an attempt to do a roundhouse kick to interject its course and smash it to the ground, he misjudged his initial position and the spear sliced through his foot like a knife through butter. Being triangular, it tore through several tendons and fractured at least five bones on its way through Damian’s foot, while silver made his werewolf healing slow down considerably. Suddenly, he had felt very human and even though he normally liked those weird creatures, their slow healing abilities always made him anxious. It was millimetres and

Weapons whizzed through the air like red-winged birds. I hardly heard any of it over the sound of Grace’s cries. “DAMON!” I had hit the wrong mark. Dammit, I had hit the wrong fucking mark! Damon, kneeling on the floor between Andrei and Grace, began to waver—then, he pitched forward. Andrei caught him, lowering him onto his back. Damon’s body twitched, convulsed as the ruby pulsed in his chest. It was deep. Too deep. I had hit the wrong fucking mark!

My frown deepened as I studied him from head to toe. “Look at you. You’re hurt,” I said softly, unable to mask the worry in my voice. “Can we do something to heal your wounds?” Damien shrugged, his expression unreadable. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “But I’m sure these wounds will pass.” As if to emphasize his point—or perhaps contradict it—he suddenly collapsed onto the cold ground. My breath hitched as I watched his eyes flutter closed. “Damn,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “My job is getting harder now for some reason.”

another said. I heard a female scream and I rushed into the shadows without thinking. I could see their figures now. “Stop!” I said.” Will you see what you are doing?” “Who are you,” one asked. “I mean do you care to see how dirty what you are doing is,” I said calmly. One has already raised his fist and was coming to me.” Why you bastard…” I dodged his punch and moved back. “ Whoa! Easy man,” I said.” You almost got my handsome face ruined.”

The manic laugh abruptly choked off, replaced by a suffocating, violent wave of agony. Damian swung his arm with vicious, terrifying force. He hurled the crystal whiskey bottle across the room. It smashed against the edge of the marble staircase with an explosive, deafening crack. Amber liquid and razor-sharp shards rained down over the pristine white steps, bleeding into the expensive rugs. The violent expenditure of energy seemed to sever the last remaining strings holding him upright. His knees simply gave out. The invincible, untouchable Damian Cross collapsed. He fell back, landing heavily on the edge of the plush living room sofa, his broad shoulders caving inward.

He felt proud that he was the cause of that hardness. There was this one shy boy he dated in high school, Callum. With a petite figure, light skin and cute dimples. Yes, dimples are one of his weaknesses. They had to break up when Callum needed to go to London. He never saw him after that. It was his first and last physical experience with a male.

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I wouldn't even be able to see Alex ever again or show my face to his family so yes, I am proud of myself. "Peace, I finally called out. Can we live here forever, just you and I, away from the world and its problem?" "By that, if what you meant is you want to die here, then trust me, I will handle your funeral perfectly. Now get up and let's get going." "Ugh! I hate you." "Yeah, whatever makes you sleep at night." Peace drags my ass into the car as she drives us back home. "Do you have to be so bitter?