Damian Blade Novels & Stories

The Phantom Blade was too light for something designed to end a life. It sat in Damian’s palm, a sliver of polished titanium that seemed to pull the nursery’s amber light into its edge. Damian didn’t look like a man whose estate was currently being dismantled by orbital strikes. He looked like a man who had finally solved a tedious riddle. He rotated the needle between his thumb and forefinger, his movements slow, deliberate, and terrifyingly steady. "The lion’s head engraving," he murmured.

Not if I wanted Kevin to uncover the secrets shrouding my past. "At the time, Damian was dating Scarlett Johnson, who also happened to be Blade's cousin. Scarlett was head over heels in love with Damian. Even referred to herself as Scarlett Stone. Everyone saw them as an official couple and were waiting to see when Damian would propose to her." "Though the prick that Damian is, he set his eyes on Haley and pushed Scarlett to the side. He even made bets with his friends and family to see how long it would be until he f*cked her. In the meantime, Damian was working on his newest project- Evanish. As you're probably aware, it was a game-changing technology. It would single-handedly conceal anyt

She had confidence that she would be able to soothe him but the maids still tried to stop her either way. Meanwhile, Williams held on to a knife, it was more of a dagger and he angrily stabbed the bed while he imagined Damien being the one who he stabbed. He continuously stabbed the bed and imagined Damien screaming in pain while he put the dagger in and out of the bed but he didn’t care. It was at that moment that Danielle walked in.

He was not stronger than Cassian, not here, not in Queen Amara’s grave. But he was rested. Cassian was not. And Damien knew every wound to aim for. He cut low. Cassian blocked. The echo-pain tore through my thigh. I staggered but stayed upright. Damien thrust the Blade toward Cassian’s ribs. Cassian twisted away. Fire opened across my side. I bit back a scream. Cassian heard it anyway. His focus broke for half a breath. Damien drove his elbow into Cassian’s wounded back.

Damian stands before them with anger and frustration in every inch of his body. He glares between everyone, unwilling to consider with their happy reunion and give way to the end of this battle. He made his mate a promise. And until he sees it for himself, he will not believe in any word they say. Assuring himself that the promise he made Emma has to stand. He will end Selene's life. Over and over again. Until he takes his last breath. Through the notion of Blake running to Selene, he dropped Selene's katana on the floor.

Shelby yelled to stop him but it was already too late Blade had seen him coming and used his sword to run through him, straight through the center of his stomach. Damien's eyes widened in shock as blood gushed out through his mouth before he slumped down to the ground dead. " No!!!!!! " Shelby screamed and struggled painfully to her feet, her eyes glittering red with rage. He stumbled a few times on her feet before righting herself as she glared with murderous hatred towards the guy. Blade smirked evilly at the furious savage look in the blonde eyes. " You are no match for me, and could barely stand on your feet, I have to say I am greatly disappointed as I expected more fights from you. "

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“Why do you scent of blood? Are you injured?” Damien blinked slowly, as if surprised to find out that I’d noticed. But I grew more concerned when he didn’t answer my question right away. “Damien? What happened damnit? Why aren’t you healed yet?”I snapped. “Did you fight with Lucas? Did he injure you?” I knew Lucas wouldn’t do such a thing; he wasn’t the kind of man. But my concern for Damien was making me question everything. “This has nothing to do with Lucas,” Damien shook his head. “He helped heal me. After all, Death blades are notorious for taking a long time to heal.”

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.

He looked down at her, his golden amber eyes shining with a raw, unvarnished devotion that made Valerie’s heart hammer against her ribs. "I'm no poet, Queen," Damian rasped hoarsely, his deep, rough voice laced with profound feeling. "I'm the blade that cuts down anything that threatens what's ours. But from the second I saw you stand up to Alistair, I knew I'd follow you into hell and burn it down if you asked me to." Damian reached into his pocket, pulling out a matching titanium band, textured with raw, hammered iron edges.