Damian Blade Novels & Stories

The sharper one could give me quick and clean-cut but if he wants to prolong the pain being the masochist that he is, I could also give him that. Well, look at me getting sappy over useless things. “Do you want the blunt one?” I inquired raising a brow, not that he can see it by the way. His only answer was a gurgling noise. “Okay, that’s fine with me. The louder you scream the better. It would make my job a little less tiring and a lot more fun and entertaining.” I pick up the knife before slowly advancing to his spot. His eyes widen a fraction as he silently begs for his life and his brother. I touched the cold metal on the base of his arm menacingly. He flinched at the contact while a ful

she snapped. "Yes o! If you have anything to say, you can say it right here," Charity added. Bright sighed deeply. "Damian, I’m here to apologize to you. Please, I know I’ve wronged you in so many ways, but I’m tired of this hostility for no reason. I want to make peace with you. Please, bro." His head remained down as he spoke. He couldn’t even look me in the eye. I couldn't believe I was falling for this act.

Lucian joined on the fight and it seemed Drago was more prepared for it wasn’t long, they had Nikolai surrounded and disarmed. “Take a look Nikolai, I won the battle after all. Just like I always said I would,” Drago said, approaching him where he was kneeling. “Because you cheated, you had Diablo help you,” Nikolai sneered. “Diablo doesn’t help anybody, he came here for one reason and one reason alone, to take that which you took from him. This fight was between me and you and he made it clear to me that he won’t join as long as he found her unharmed.”

Definitely not trying to breathe through my mouth because Damian’s stupid scent had invaded my personal space. God! Why did he have to smell so good? Did I want to bury my face in his neck and inhale him? Absolutely. Abso-fucking-lutely, Someone help me. “I’m guessing this is the first time you two have met.” Oh, Dean… You really don’t want the answer to that. “This is Damian Prescott, captain of our hockey team.” She motioned toward him before turning to me. “And Damian, this is Maddox Caldris. One of my favourite students.”

The court moved quickly, clearing space in the center of the chamber. The duel circle formed beneath the towering pillars of bone and stone. Adrian stepped into the open space. Across from him, Kharvek unsheathed a massive curved blade. “Try not to die too quickly,” the demon mocked. Adrian said nothing. The duel began. Kharvek attacked first. The demon moved with surprising speed for his size, his blade crashing down with enough force to crack the stone floor. Adrian twisted aside. Steel shrieked against steel as he raised his sword to deflect the next strike.

"What do you need?" Darian was silent for a long moment. Then he said, "I need to know that you're not going to abandon us. That when the fighting starts, you'll be there. That you won't let them burn everything we've built." Kael held his gaze. "I won't." "How can I be sure?" Kael reached into his cloak and pulled out a small blade. It was simple, unadorned. But it carried meaning. "This blade was given to me by someone who trusted me. It's not a weapon. It's a promise." He held it out. "Take it. As a symbol of my word."

Conversations continued, but quieter, restrained. I watched Violet move across the room and take a seat at another table. Her position was quiet and humble. But the quietness of her felt more dangerous in some way. Tsk. I couldn't stop myself wondering how such a small pup became a dangerous assassin. " Who knew that you would find a new hobby. Observing your own bodyguard!" My Lycan, Damon, scoffed, mocking me, " Are you so much interested on your first day, because she is an Omega?"

And Damian… Damian is a Lycan blooded Alpha. Even if I tried to fight, I wouldn’t last one second. But still, my eyes flick toward the heavy lamp. The corner table. The chair leg. I run through every weapon I could use—every opening I might find. But the answers are all the same. He’s stronger and he will win. The mattress creaks as I sit, bones stiff with dread. I stare at the floor, the lingerie clinging to my damp skin, praying for some miracle, some divine intervention—

Now that I'm a piece of trash, you can go be with him! The senior he mentioned was Eugene Lane, a guy I'd met in my club at college. There was nothing between us—we probably wouldn't even have become acquainted if not for an exhibition my club had organized. Liam had always been the only man I had eyes for, after all. When I returned to my senses, Liam had already locked the door and approached me with a knife. His expression was as twisted and ruthless as it had been in my past life. I backed away, forced to retreat to the balcony.

Rylan said coldly, pointing at Damian. “If you want her, you’ll have to go through me.” “My Luna can not be under a pathetic rogue. Surely she's not stooped so low," Damian said arrogantly. "Being with you was the lowest she could ever go, and you call her your Luna after everything you've done to her?" Rylan retorted. I’ll enjoy tearing you apart with my fist,” Damian sneered, his eyes blazing with fury. “You’ve been a thorn in my side for too long.”