Damian Blade Novels & Stories

Dominic asked. I looked at my side and the blade was visible from underneath my arm. "Unwanted guests yes." I said, feeling annoyed and embarrassed at the same time. "You only going to hurt yourself with this.” He took the blade from my back and walked to the kitchen. "I thought you were someone else." I said marching behind him. "Who, Joseph?" he asked as he put the knife with the rest of it's set. "Why would I be take a knife for Joseph?" I said downplaying the thudding that was in my chest.

Olivia stuttered, screaming. “I do not have a mother,” Damian snapped. His eyes moved to the maid who was in tears “You are lucky that you spoke the truth, untie her” He ordered. She wept, thanking us. I felt bad that Olivia made her poison me after she threatened to kill her child. Damian slit Dorathus' neck. He moved to Olivia “Y.. you can't do this, please” She stuttered, begging. “You should have thought about that when you not only lied to me but also tried to kill my unborn child and destroy her womb” Damian

, I said almost stuttering. Damien did his chuckle again and looked at me. “Cole, your mom is pulling the masses against us for you. I would ask you just once, what do you want? The company? Money? Name your price, add zeroes! I would give you willingly without causing a scene. I need my wife’s mental health back in order “. Damien was talking softly but the blind could sense the seriousness in his words. He was a strange man.

I gasped for breath, my heart pounding against my chest like a captive bird desperately seeking escape. I sat up, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and terror. The dream...the nightmare...still lingered, haunting my waking thoughts. I realized that the blade from my dream had imprinted itself onto my reality. It adorned my jacket, a sinister emblem etched into the fabric of my existence. I traced the engraving with my trembling fingers, my breath catching in my throat. It was a symbol. A constant reminder of the choices I had made, the dangerous path that I tread. The weight of my actions settled upon me like a heavy cloak.

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I say as I hold my hands out in front of me so I don't hit a wall. "I'm being careful," Damian says with a laugh as he guides me. We come to a stop and I wait patiently for him to take off my blindfold. "You ready?" "Please," I say and the blindfold is taken off. I tilt my head in confusion when I see Marcus, Nathan, Cole, Lucas, Thomas, and a Dom I know is called Logan stood waiting for me in club attire. "Are you ready for a gangbang?" Damian asks and I look at him with wide eyes. I've been begging him for a gangbang for the last couple of weeks because I saw one at the club but Damian kept saying no.

And that’s how the Gods were lost to history until a warrior from both Heaven and Hell was born. This is the story of Damian Morningstar. A warrior with Hell’s fiery rage and a glimmer of Heaven’s light within him. With the Gods knowing his true nature he was imprisoned, bound by chains in the Prison of the Damned. He vowed that he would escape and that there would be no one to stand in his way. So, Damian made sure that he had gained his strength as he was bound by two bladed weapons, Heaven’s Light and Hell’s Fury.

"You like Juliette, right?" He was on the point of dropping the glass of juice he had in his hand. "Mom! She's my best friend!" She started laughing. "Come on, Damian! Let's be honest. She’s pretty, so I can understand." Damian widened his eyes. He couldn't believe what his mom was telling him right now. "Mom, I swear she's just a friend. I never felt anything for her." His mom pretended to believe him. "I have to go! See you later!" He closed the door after him and spotted someone waiting for him with a large smile on his motorbike. His jaw was about to drop when he recognized him. "Peter?" His crush waved at him and patted the seat behind him.

Aziz murmured a snarky remark, so only I could hear. I didn’t spare him a glance, instead. “Uncle, do you want me to?” “Yes,” Eren said. “Bring the scimitar.” I took the other curved blade from its box. Not a hellblade flashing a ruby, just good old steel. The old man’s eyes lit when it flashed. He set the cane aside with his thumb stroking the curve of the blade. “Magnificent,” he breathed. “This blade looks so good. Can you fix it up for me before purchase? sharpen it, nothing vulgar since it is a gift.”

Damian thrashed, his hands clawing at Nick’s grip, his cruel grin faltering for the first time. Nick’s other hand shifted, and from within his coat, he pulled out a dagger. Its blade gleamed wickedly under the faint light, sharp and cold. My breath caught, my heart racing as realization struck. My eyes widened Nick drove the blade straight into Damian’s heart. A scream tore out of Damian’s throat, sharp and guttural, reverberating through the room. His body convulsed, his face twisted in agony, his eyes wide with disbelief as the blade sank deeper.