Damaged Svu Novels & Stories

The once-churning vortex was gone, and the sky over was clear, but the annihilation around them was undeniable. Ethan battled to his feet, his vision foggy as he filtered the environment. The valley, once overflowing with energy, was now a destroyed no man's land. The ground was burned and split, and the air was thick with the fragrance of burned soil. The fortress within the distance was in ruins, its once-imposing dividers diminished to rubble. Selene was next to him, coughing as she pushed herself up, her face pale but decided. "Ethan," she rasped, her voice weak. "Did we stop her?"

And again. Angrily, Damien picks the call and barks. "Can you stop -" "Sophia is in hospital." Vanessa sniffs. "She overdosed." ****

SCARLETT The world outside was quiet again, but it was the kind of silence that comes after destruction hollow, fragile, and waiting to collapse. The warehouse was gone. Kade had vanished into the smoke and in my hands, the flash drive still burned like a brand. Damien parked the car a few miles outside the city, his chest heaving, face shadowed by the dashboard lights. For the first time, I realized his hands were shaking. “You could’ve died in there,” he said, voice low, rough. “You almost did.”

Damien covered his ears and screamed, grabbing the photos before fleeing. Ethan exhaled deeply. "Emily, you might hate me for treating Damien this way, but I couldn't control myself." "Seeing him reminds me of you coughing up blood in front of me." "I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Don't apologize. I know everything you've done was for me. I've never blamed you! I silently told Ethan, though he couldn't hear me. At two in the morning. Ethan received a call from the Pack Council, informing him that Damien and Sarah had gotten into a violent argument. Damien had accidentally inflicted serious injuries on Sarah, who died on the way to the hospital. Damien had requested to see Ethan.

The SUV overshot its angle, swerved, regained control And chased us again. Persistent. Trained. Not amateurs. My jaw clenched. Adrian was trying not to hyperventilate. “Damien just tell me are we going to crash?” “No.” I reached over with one hand, grabbed his trembling fingers, squeezed. “You’re walking out of this with me.” The SUV grew closer again. I spotted a cracked service road ahead narrow, filled with broken chunks of concrete and metal. A terrible road for normal driving. A perfect road to lose someone willing to risk their suspension and their life.

Michelle saw me differently, and I wasn't ready to change that. I pulled him closer to my face, making sure my cold glare was cold enough to penetrate his soul. “You are one mistake from your grave, brother.” I slowly let him go. He stumbled backwards, holding his crooked shoulder — my signature — his face twisted in pain. Sarah rushed to his side, trying to reconnect his bone. I exhaled deeply, my hands tucked in my pockets as I watched them walk away — more like run away. If I had known Damien would be here, I would have booked the entire hotel. And trust me, a few billions wouldn't move my net worth.

Behind them, the top floor of Wing B collapsed inward, a violent bloom of sparks tearing into the rain. His eyes flicked to the burning building. They slid her onto a gurney. Oxygen mask. IV line. Monitors flicker to life. “Drive,” Victor ordered. “She’s dead to the world now. Let’s keep it that way.” The SUV pulled into the night. Moments later, a silver sports car screamed past in the opposite direction. Neither driver knew how close they were to colliding. Damian arrived at the hospital in less than 30 minutes.

He shoved his hand into his pocket, but I saw it—the skin of his palm was reddened, a thermal burn in the shape of the silver thread that had ignited on my chest. A squad of Morton security guards burst in, rifles leveled. "Master Morton!" the lead guard shouted, his flashlight sweeping the wreckage. "The power spike—we lost the Argus feed." Damian stepped in front of me, his broad shoulders obscuring my trembling form. He stood in the center of the broken glass, his navy shirt singed, his face a mask of unapproachable ice. "A faulty nitrogen regulator," Damian said, his voice flat. "The safety valve blew and took out the light. Get Dr. Vane in here to stabilize her. And tell Sarah to bring

“We need an extraction now.” A pause. Then a sharp exhale. “Where are you?” “West End construction site,” he said quickly, jerking the wheel to avoid a pile of cinder blocks. The SUV behind them rammed into their back bumper, the force nearly sending them into a steel support beam. Damien cursed. “We’re outnumbered and I’m hit.” “Stay alive. We’re on our way.” The line went dead. Aurora glanced at him, her expression torn between fear and determination. “Who was that?”

The three adults sat together against the curved wall, breathing heavily, bodies covered in cuts and bruises. Kael broke the silence first. “I almost lost control back there. If Liora hadn’t called me back…” Serena leaned her head on his shoulder. “We all almost broke.” Damien was unusually quiet, staring at the floor with distant crimson eyes. Serena noticed. She reached out and took his hand. “What is it?” Damien hesitated, then spoke softly. “Seeing Viktor’s echo… even twisted, it brought everything back.” Damien’s Shadowed Past