Damian Blade Novels & Stories

Damian asked, his voice low and dangerous. He turned to one of his men. “Bring the knife.” A few seconds later, a short but sharp butcher’s blade was placed into his waiting hand. Damian turned it slowly, letting the light catch on the edge. The man whimpered at the sight of the blade. “You have a choice,” Damian said, almost calmly. “You can start talking, or you can lose a finger. One. By. one.” He caught the man’s pinkie in a merciless grip, pressing it flat against the table. The blade hovered over the trembling finger, close enough for the man to feel the cold bite of the blade.

You don't even know who to trust. "Then you should put him on a call or something, because where I am right now, I am not leaving this place". Damien glared at Blade in awe. Out of all Vigo's friends, he has noticed Blade, to be the one with the nerves. Still, he was not going to pull that with him. Even though he never really talked about them, he has taken his time to observe every one of them, each time Vigo took him to the banner and Blade was not someone who is trusted.

It was my choice to have sex with him. Her father moved quickly for a man carrying such excess bulk but Damian was faster, blocking the blow and delivering two of his own, one low and one straight to the jaw that gave a satisfying crack and sent the other man sprawling on the path. The Leonidas security team moved forward but Damian turned his head and sent them a single fulminating glance because now he had evidence of why she’d been so desperate to leave home. ‘You really want to defend a man who hits women? Is that in your job description?’ When they hesitated, he transferred his gaze to the man now crumpled at his feet.

Dad asked, shaking his head in question. “You are not the only enemies of the prick D’Angelo. He has killed both my parents who were assigned to initially keep the Eye protected. Somehow, Mattia, his sly dog was the keeper, and that resulted in Eva and Leonardo becoming keepers. Now, as much as I wanted to kill the man, the two brothers stopped me” Alpha Sebastian said, making dad frown. “His blood is yours to take, Alessandro” Dante said, smiling at him “you deserve to see his life leaving his eyes more than anyone ever has…”

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

All those, as well, soon stopped when Elder Charles stepped towards Emberlynn with a blade that gleamed in the moonlight. "What's that for?" she swallowed hard, looking at Damien, unable to mask her confusion. She creased her brows, staring back at the knife. "To cut carrots," Damien stated, and Emberlynn shot him a glare as he chuckled lightly. "It's not funny. I need to know if I am going to be..." she trailed off, unable to say the words. "Killed?" Damien finished dryly, and Emberlynn looked up at him again. "Of course, killed," he said again, "Well, if you haven't realized that, that'd make me mateless, and do you know how I'd feel when that happens?"

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

If not, close this now. If yes… Welcome to my journey. My name is Cullen. I was born on June 13, 1025 This is my story. People admired me for my blue eyes and my strong British accent. I was just an ordinary boy living in London with my mother, the absence of a father casting a quiet shadow over our lives. Despite it all, I considered my life fairly good.

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava