Damian Blade Novels & Stories

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

The ancient presence she had felt within the blade was now fully awakened, its power flowing into her. The Ascendant hesitated, its fiery eyes narrowing as it sensed the shift in the air. “What have you done?” it hissed, its voice filled with fear for the first time. Clara didn’t answer. She raised the sword tall over her head, the blade gleaming with a strong, filtering light. The darkness within the chamber drew back, and the Ascendant took a step back, its shape flashing as though it were being torn apart. With a yell, Clara brought the sword down, unleashing the complete constraint of the blade's power. A pillar of unadulterated light shot out, cutting through the shadows and striking th

Dillon shouted at her. "Pain..." Emily uttered a word again, which made the hunters and rouges growl in pain. Dillon’s eyes were shocked; he was mesmerized; he couldn’t believe it. But he hesitated to shake Emily because the clouds slowly covered the moon. "Emily, come on!" he roared. "Damn it! The Alpha would be mad! " Leia was trying to convince Emily too, but she failed. "Oh, we can’t stop her, Dillon," Leia told him.

Was the only thing he said as he charged towards the beast who was twice the size of an average man. Damian was like a wild animal as he fought without reserve.. His thirst for blood made him stronger as he fought the beasts and managed to kill two of the beasts.. The effects of the poison were slowly wearing off... ******* Lia groaned softly as she tried to open her eyes but her eyelid felt heavy.. After several attempts she managed to open her eyes and they landed on the Duchess Amberie who sat beside her with a worried expression plastered on her face.. She tried to move but hissed in pain..

he mumbled with a smirk and the strong diamond light coming from his hair sent the enemies away, leaving him some time to draw the sword and help the king kill the knights. "Your right." the voice didn't stop helping him since they started the battle. It was guiding him well. A few moments later, the knights were spread on the ground, inert. Taegen looked at his lover and smiled, "You are doing well Diamond." "I am doing it for us." Jimmy smiled back and ran to help his friends too. Taegen looked around him, searching for his brother. His last wish was to kill him and erase his existence forever. He needed to take revenge for Kythaela, for Jimmy and all the ones he hurt before.

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

“They were family.” Damien sat with perfect, aristocratic posture despite his torn black shirt and crimson-flecked eyes. “Damien Crowe. Graduate student. Pure-blood vampire. I drove a silver blade through my sire’s heart tonight. The man who gave me this cursed existence… called me his greatest pride.” A bitter smile touched his lips. “Now I’m alone in the bloodline.”

Damian drove with both hands on the wheel, his focus straight ahead. No music. No small talk. Nothing. I glanced at him briefly. His jaw was slightly tight. His expression distant. Thinking. Always thinking. My chest tightened again. “Damian…” I said softly. He didn’t look at me immediately. “Hmm?” I hesitated. Then— “How bad is it… really?” He exhaled slowly. Still not looking at me. “Bad enough that I can’t ignore it.” My fingers curled slightly in my lap. “And the name?”

His presence alone made the men hesitate, their guns half-raised, uncertain. “You fire again,” Damon growled, eyes glowing dangerously, “and I swear, I’ll make sure your limbs are the first thing to go before your head follows. No one dares harm anyone within my territory grounds and if he thinks that he can do this then so help me God, I'm going to have his head and yours.” They hesitated. But not for long. He didn’t wait for them to decide. In a blur of movement too fast for human eyes, he crossed the distance. One man tried to aim. Damon’s fist met his jaw with a sickening crack. The second dropped the gun, hands raised, Damon kicked it aside and shoved him into the side of the building.

"And see how I punish bad people." She nodded while folding her hands and placing finger on her lips. Damon's face turned hard again while extending his hand and his bodyguard placed knife on his palm. "One last time, who is your boss?" He sliced his index finger which pulled the trigger on him. His men were impressed by his way of handling his wife, they have never seen him so patient with anyone. "I don't know, I swear.... I just got the money and your details... I haven't seen his face... Please, trust me!"