Damage Novels & Stories

Angus said pointing his sharp nails at Frederick. “ I know, but he has helped me before ” I said and I turned towards Frederick “ why are you here and what do mean by I can't heal Derek ”. “ you can't heal him because the poisonous dagger had dark magic in it ” Frederick answered not even scared under Angus hard gaze on him. Surprisingly, Liam was calm but his eyes was staring at Frederick with pure hatred and disgust, while holding his mate protectively. “ dark magic ?? ” I said. “ yes, and I can help him ”.

she said, looking pissed off. Dad. Who still wasn’t here. If this bitch hurt him… A flash blew through the darkness, and Charlotte screamed. Murphy and Troy had bitten her and were sucking. I went to move forward and immediately felt a sharp stabbing pain in my gut. I went to cry out but my tiger wouldn’t let me. He was trying to fight it, but this wasn’t a normal healing method he could try. I dropped to the earth, unable to contrate and nearly fell into one of the large fiery holes still gaping. A loud, evil laugh bellowed across the darkness. David.

КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

ZADE. I leave the house once I’ve showered, trying to get in contact with Damien again. I get on my bike, wondering if something has happened to him when he calls back. I pick up not answering just in case it’s not him and wait for him to speak first. “Boss.” He’s fine and alone. “Where have you been?” “I got attacked… I’m ok, but I’ve lost a lot of blood. I managed to escape and get home, but… I’m not sure what it is but I ain't healing.”

She cursed under her breath as she began to walk deeper into the house, her frustration mounting with every step. But as she moved, a sharp pain shot through her knees, causing her to stop abruptly. She hissed in pain, her hand instinctively going to her leg, where the bandages from her recent injuries still clung to her skin. The wounds hadn’t fully healed yet, and every step felt like a reminder of her vulnerability—a feeling she despised.

His parting words echoed hauntingly, "Remember this day, Dax, for it shall be embedded in your memory until we meet again." Dax stood there, a mix of frustration and bewilderment swirling within him. He clutched his chest, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and confusion. He knew that the encounter with Damien marked the beginning of a dark chapter, one that would test his strength and resilience like never before.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?

The force of the impact atomized the armor, the flesh, and the void energy instantly. The shockwave knocked the other Peacekeepers flat. Damian rested the Hammer on the ground. It sank a foot into the concrete. He looked at me. He grinned, his face streaked with soot. "Sorry I'm late," Damian rasped. "I had to take the stairs.

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.