Damian Blade Novels & Stories

I said. “According to Alpha Williams you were already marked but had no knowledge of this,” he said. “Yes,” I said softly. “Alpha Woods, am I correct in saying that you marked her without her knowledge?” he asked Damon. “Yes,” he said sounding relaxed as my heart pounded away. “Why?” he asked him. “She’s my bonded half,” he responded. “Lies!” Calvin yelled. “Miss Blake, before the subsequent marking how would you define your relationship with Alpha Woods?” he asked.

I loud scream like growl roars out from somewhere then in a blink fin tackling the guy to the ground throwing all my body weight into my swings as I punch the guy, he punches me back and we fight on the wet cold New York ground of my father'S estate. "What's the matter Demitra can't cut it as a boss" he chuckles before i punch him again. Out of the comer of my eye I see his gun the very gun that kiled my dad and l lunge for it then turn quickly and empty the clip. The click, click, click of the spent clip is the only thing that tells me it’s empty, but I don’t stop I car’t. Reaching under my dress again I grab the blade that somehow stayed in place and out the guys eyes out.

To cut it short, this Damian of a man tortured me until I couldn't take it anymore. Last thing I rememberd was that everything went blank and dark. Damian P.O.V I was scared for the second time in my life. The first was when I watched my dad bleed out the last drop of his blood and my mum taken by the head with the spear of our enemy pack. The Bay pack. I reached close to her soft chest to listen to her heartbeat. The softness of her breasts got me but that was not important to me right now. With my super wolf hearing, I heard her heartbeat. They were quite irregular to be human.

I'd lost nearly a year of my life, making me wonder what else I had missed. "Chase?" I asked, the burning question on my mind. I was dreading his answer, not sure what to expect. "Dead. Along with Blade." Damian replied. "How?" I asked. Damian began to explain everything. Including Scarlett the Harlott's involvement with all of it. I was surprised to find out that she was one of the reasons the Cobras kept coming after me. Including her involvement when we had gone to France. I just couldn't believe someone could ever be that spiteful or vindictive.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

The Shepherd slowly drew his sword. A long black blade. Perfectly balanced. Beautiful. Deadly. "I won't let you interfere with Ascension." Damon didn't move. "I don't want to fight you." "You don't have a choice." "Neither do you." For the first time The Shepherd hesitated. Only for a heartbeat. But Damon saw it. So did Luca. There was doubt. Tiny. Fragile. Hidden beneath years of conditioning. Damon stepped forward. "You know she's lying."

The dagger rose was holding on him was digging in and his throat was bleeding, the sweat on his face told damian how scared he was by seeing his death. "Now you understood what I was saying Xavier... You shouldn't have laughed on my girl you know, I don't like it at all..." Damian mocked. "You can't kill me damian, you know you will start a war..." Xavier reasoned. Damian sighed and crossed his leg leaning back. "I know so let's solve this in a peaceful way, okay... Give me my weapons back and I won't bother you again, as simple as that..." "Fine..." Xavier quickly said and damian gestured rose to leave him and she did.

Meanwhile, Damian, who had been listening to everything on the side, suddenly looked up and said, "You didn't even spare a baby who was barely three months old? You're such a bastard!" Blade's eyes turned cold. He pointed at Damian and said, "I'm going to stab your mouth before I kill you!" With that, a powerful force suddenly erupted from Blade's body. He bent his arm and immediately charged toward Damian like a military tank, planning to attack him with his elbow. Damian remained unfazed. A faint sneer appeared on his lips. Then, he thrust his palms forward and pushed hard. A gust of wind arose, the air rippling and whistling around his palms.

Damian wiped the blade with slow precision, his face unreadable, then straightened. That was when he looked up. And saw her. His eyes were black as storm clouds, unreadable yet searing. For a moment, Adriana thought he might pretend she wasn’t there, turn back to his men, let her slip away with her secret. He didn’t. Damian Moretti’s gaze fixed on hers with the sharpness of a blade finding its mark. He stilled, every movement deliberate, as if savoring the discovery. Slowly, he handed the bloodied knife to one of his men and dismissed them with a flick of his hand. They obeyed without question, dragging the body across the marble, leaving a dark smear in their wake. The heavy door shut behin