Damian Vance Novels & Stories

Gregory Vance died by suicide the following spring. ”I’m not asking anyone to feel sorry for my family,” Mr. Vance said in an interview. “I’m asking them to read the records.” Whitmore Group did not respond to repeated requests for comment. I looked up at Damien. He was standing absolutely still, his hands at his sides, his eyes fixed on the word suicide in a newspaper. Seeing it in print. For the first time in ten years. “Damien,” I said softly. “It’s all right.” “It isn’t.”

Standing across the room, leaning casually against the massive mahogany mantelpiece, was Damian Vance. Eighty-two years of life, decades of command, and a lifetime of absolute supremacy had done nothing to diminish his physical majesty. His massive, broad-shouldered frame remained towering and powerful, his dark hair completely silvered, framing a deeply chiseled face that radiated timeless strength. He wore a dark wool vest over an open-collared white linen shirt, his gaze fixed entirely upon Aria with the exact same smoldering, absolute devotion that had driven him to shatter the gates of the Hayes mansion all those decades ago.

I can't seem to notice any apprehension in this Raven guy. "Oh please, you can just call me Fabian, Michael." He replied to me and sweetly smiled as if he's unaware of his situation right now. For a human like him, I admire his courage for acting so tough when I know deep down that he's a scared little shit. "I don't care about your name, Fabian. I'm gonna make this easy and painless to you if you cooperate and tell me what I needed to know." I said to him with conviction and I went straight to the vault which is located in the east corner of the room and then I typed the four-digit code into the vault to open it. I can't help but smile in a sinister manner when I saw all the shiny and sharp

While Gale is walking across the course at a speed that a sloth could overtake her, Damien and I try, and fail, to imitate the sound Cain made just now, stopping when he shoots us a look that lets us know how much he's not enjoying our joke. "He's a bit up and down, isn't he?" I whisper to Damien when we climb down to the forest floor and wait for the others to make their way across. "Like, he was being all jokey and flirty one minute, then the next he's all moody and serious."

Reagan replied making David angry. "What the hell are talking about?..... You lead a possible murderer to my fiancee and her sister...... How stupid are you........ I start if anything happens to my woman and sister including my daughter, I will wipe out your whole family from the surface of the earth. " David bellow making everyone flinch and Maya held his hand and pulled him back on his chair. "Calm down David..... Reagan is a professional and I know he won't make any mistakes...... If he trust this Adriano Sanchez guy then we also must and wait for him. " Oscar defended Reagan who nodded.

I tensed when I he looked at me. "Oh, your hunter friend's awake? She staying for breakfast?" the vamp asked Anthony. He was tall, about 6'5" with short dirty blond hair and grey eyes. He looked a lot like Anthony with the same facial structure, square jaw, almond shaped eyes, and tanned skin tone. "She's not my friend as I'm pretty sure she'd be happy to tell you," Anthony told the vamp, "and I think she was actually just about to leave." To me Anthony said, "This is my brother Eric. Eric this is Evelyn," he introduced.

I wasn’t sure what the term ‘mate’ truly meant, but I felt sympathetic towards the unfortunate girl who ended up with Dash. I knocked on the door and waited. “Enter,” he called out through the door. When I entered the room, Dane was leaning against his desk with his hands folded in front of him. He watched as I walked across the room, causing me to stop midway. I realized that if I got any closer, he would have the advantage of reaching me quickly, so I stayed put. “You wanted to see me?” I whispered.

The figure slipped back into the shadows, a whispered vow of threat and darkness that waited within the atmosphere. Vivian stood at the edge of the clearing, her expression unreadable as she watched Marcus and Clara from afar. Her eyes glinted with malice and determination, a vow of vengeance that echoed through the quiet of the morning. “The Heart may be theirs for now,” she murmured to the shadows, her voice filled with dark promise. “But this is far from over. The true battle has only just begun.” With a final, lingering glance at the sleeping pack, Vivian vanished into the shadows, her presence a foreboding omen of the trials yet to come.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

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.