Damian Blade Novels & Stories

“Please, just listen to me.” “No, Dam! You need to understand that Scarlett is the one who helped me for years. She's the one who makes me stronger, and the one who knows who's good and who's bad to me. I can't let her go easily. I need him so much.” “More than you need me?” Damian asked with a calm tone. The surprising thing was that Avery didn't say anything. She hesitated. “Oh, man,” Damian felt tears blocking his view. “I can't believe you.” he shook his head in disbelief.

He groaned and opened his laptop to search about Noah, his life. Meanwhile, Blaze is staring at the ring that he was supposed to give to Mia, he wants to propose to her after everything is going to his plan, rogues have been crazy since he marked her, one time there was a little pack of rogues who came to fight them, fortunately, he fought them off and killed every single rogue, he hated that and he knew there was a traitor in his pack, it seems like Victoria is planning something with another person who he didn't know. He just needed to show that Victoria is a greedy bitch who only cares about money and the only way to change his dad mind is to prove that Mia is the Luna of his pack, she wa

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

The edges of my vision blurred, and before darkness claimed me, I heard her murmur—soft as silk, sharp as a blade: “You belong to me now, Damian.” And in that moment, I coughed again and blood splashed down on my shirt. What's wrong with me?

“And neither is Malia! Look what she did to us, only because we asked her for a favor!” “Yes,” Malia whimpered on cue, clutching her arm like I’d just run her through with a sword. But Damien didn’t even look their way. His thumb stroked gently over the cut, his face grim as he tried to pluck the shard of glass from my hand. But I held on, as I tried to understand what was going on in his head. “Let it go,” he whispered, the command curling into my skin like heat. “You're hurting yourself.”

Kendrick looked at him warily, but Damon just smiled. "I believe we were discussing the terms of our deal," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. Kendrick nodded, his expression cautious. "Yes, that's right." Damon leaned forward, his eyes locked on Kendrick's face. "I want a piece of your company," he said, his voice firm. "And I want it now." Kendrick hesitated, clearly taken aback by Damon's demands. But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.