Damaged A Novels & Stories

After Adam left my room, Damien came back in and asked, "Well, did it work better this time?" I smiled, "A lot better, actually. I put it in a way that I hadn't before. So, how long have I been out?" He replied, "You've only been out for a day. Leah said you had a lot of pretty bad injuries. One of your ribs punctured your lung, so she had to fix it. She also had to set your leg and arm. You also have a cracked skull". I cringed, "No wonder I have a killer headache. Leah must have had some pretty bad flashbacks seeing me like that". He coaxed, "Actually, she told me I need to get you and Kayla to my pack as soon as possible. She said you two aren't safe here anymore. What do you think?"

the nurse said. 30 minutes had passed and Damian was already in the room that Alfred had prepared for him. Amelia was sitting at the chair beside the bed, her hands were holding Damian’s. Damian had small wounds all over his body along with some bruises. He had a bandage on his head and the doctor had informed them that they removed a piece of glass from Damian that penetrated his liver. “Damian” Amelia whispered. Her eyes were staring at Damian who had a peaceful expression on his face. “Madam, please rest,” Helga said, urging Amelia to sleep since it was almost morning.

“Come back to me, my son. This family is a weakness.” Damien hesitated for half a second — long enough for an agent to graze his side. Serena’s scream snapped him out of it. He destroyed the echo with cold fury. Kael took the worst hit. A spear of dark energy pierced his shoulder while he protected Liora from a surprise portal. He roared in pain but kept fighting. Liora cried as she watched her father bleed. “Daddy!” Serena rushed to Kael, pouring healing magic into the wound while Damien held the line alone for several terrifying minutes.

Diane thanks them, looking very distressed by the situation. As the police leave, a deep silence settles in the room. I still can't believe this has happened, but despite my chaotic thoughts, I try to salvage the damaged items. Almost everything is now unusable, and though it pains me a little, mainly for my laptop since I used it extensively for work, I'm grateful that the damage was only material and that I wasn't here when it happened. "I don't think it's safe for you to stay here," Damien says after helping me put several things in trash bags.

“Yeah. I’m just surprised she wants me there.” “Says you shouldn’t be alone right now. I couldn’t give a damn, but she’s the better one of the two of us.” “I don’t know what to say…” “Then get off the phone.” I hung up. 11 Sofia Damien was in terrible shape. When his men helped him into the house, I hardly recognized him. With swollen eyes and a face so discolored, he barely looked human, he had been beaten so badly that it was a shock he’d survived at all.

For several endless seconds, I couldn’t hear anything except the ringing in my ears. Then… “Ariana…” Damien’s voice. Weak. Painful. Very close. I forced my eyes open. The dust slowly settled. My heart stopped. Damien was shielding me with his own body. A massive steel beam had crashed across his back. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His breathing was shallow. Labored. His face had gone frighteningly pale. He looked at me and managed a faint smile. “You’re… okay.” His voice was barely audible.

"Please, don't go," Damien whispered. His hands tightened on the curtains; then he turned to the door when it slammed. "Don't go, Ember." he breathed out. But she was already out. She hated him. Who wouldn't? He didn't blame her. He had hurt her and slammed her, although it was purposefully, he had still done that, and he didn't check if she was hurt or not. Damien pushed a hand through his hair, groaning, "I messed up."

"I'm just glad to see you're well rested after this last week." I point to my mouth and Jessie chokes quietly, "We tried to remove it before I went to sleep. You almost went into respiratory arrest. Your seatbelt cracked one of your ribs and it knicked your lung. It still needs healing before we take it out." I nod lightly. "When can I see the girls," I sign as tears fill my eyes. "Are the girls here," Jessie asks in a choked whisper. "No, but I can have Sarah bring them," my mother says softly and I nod.

It f​elt like⁠ a memory—a relic of a past that‌ had b​een systema⁠ti‌cally erased by the events o‍f t​he last few hours. "The‍ salvage team says the dama​ge to the mainframe i‍s perma​n​en‍t,"​ D⁠amien said,‍ his voice​ quiet. H​e didn‌'t turn to​ l‌ook⁠ at her. "The ship is a total loss. We’ll be p‌aying out‌ fo‍r th⁠e cargo an‍d the vessel fo​r years to come."

The volcanic glass punched through the gap in the vertebrae. The beast shrieked—a sound like metal tearing. It bucked violently. Damian was thrown. He flew through the air, crashing into the ruins of the old Pack House fireplace. The beast collapsed. Its front legs gave way. It crashed into the dirt, sliding forward, its massive jaw stopping inches from Leo’s feet. The Architect fell off, rolling into the dust. Silence returned. "Damian!" I screamed, breaking formation. I ran to the ruins. He was lying in the rubble. He wasn't moving. I fell to my knees beside him. "Damian? Damian, look at me." His eyes were open. He blinked slowly. Blood was trickling from his ear. "Did I..." he wheezed. "D