Novel & Cerita Damien Bloodmarch

He had absolutely no breath left, so instead of yelling out in agony, he continued running. Damien ran for another minute before he was forced to slow his pace. The adrenaline had begun to fade, and the pain in his side increased. Coughing up a large gout of blood from his lung, he stopped. Looking back, he made sure the humans weren't going to try and come after him. Listening carefully for any sounds of running footsteps or worse, engines starting up, he tried to look back, but the blood in his right eye still hadn't cleared. Satisfied that he had no pursuers, he shifted his direction and headed for the creek that was about a mile away.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

A strange kind of wave of relief ran in his body after knowing that she is not a lesbian. All of them finished their breakfast silently... ***** They were in the basement, Damian was standing in front of a man who was hanging in front him covered in his own blood, Rose and jack standing behind him with 2 other men... Damian was looking dangerously calm, his hands covered in blood and veins of his muscular arms were popping out due to his rolled up sleeves, he again sliced one of his finger making him scream in agony. "I won't repeat myself, Where is my drugs?..."

Even Guardian Yvonne failed to understand, how they acquired such transformational powers, under the Watchers' nose. I kept going back to Chemora from time to time, to try and see if I could get inside, but somehow, I always got chased back because those Dark Mages never let go of a single opportunity of hunting us down. On the other hand, with every passing day, my dreams kept growing stronger. They became more and more vivid and it was almost always about my father. " This one was tough. " Xen dusted his hands off after we got rid of the Mage, located at the eastern cemetery.

The color of his eyes was clear blue like crystal but they kept changing, sometimes to reddish-brown and yellowish-black, as the case may be. He turned around to look at the two dead bodies - the old woman's body laying on top of the girl's body. Damian felt great sorrow and pity. Mother and daughter, dead on the same day, and he couldn't help but feel responsible for that. He made an attempt to lift the dead woman off the girl's body, using the amount of force he thought would be necessary, but he found the woman weightless - way too light, like her body was made out of feathers. Had she suddenly become weightless, or had he become way too strong? He contemplated but just then, like a great

What could he have done that was so bad to land himself in these contracts? "Jarvis, tell me everything you can about my newly assigned contract." I asked. "Damien, who goes by only Damien and doesn't entertain a surname, was born Human in 1834. He was turned by an unknown Vampire at the young age of 28. The reason why is unknown. He has no family, no lineage, no heir. He lives currently in Maine, but originated in England. He owns Edge Enterprises, which specializes in programming for artificial intelligence. His programs are widely used in a variety of applications, including those utilized by The Academy. I was created by Damien as well. Much else about him is unknown, he seems to be a ve

A low sound of his snarling could be heard instinctively as he resumed walking. Damien had been wandering over the mountain after figuring out that someone had killed the deer from their discerned valley. The culprit was still unknown but he could assume that someone was trying to impose threat over the Blood Moon Pack. He kept silent and observed the fuss closely. His dead father taught him before leaving in this world that a king should only make an appearance when it's needed. Not everything deserved his attention. So he came all the way personally to find those rogues who dared to eye on their prey even after distributing the areas. Taking a swipe of his blood-stained lips by the tongue,

He felt ridiculed and did everything in his power to stop that warlock. He tried everything, sent his men to catch him, pinpointed his location at times, and by the time they managed to reach that little warlock, he disappeared into thin air, leaving no traces like he wasn't there in the first place, and that frustrated Damien. He stopped drinking blood more than once a day, to fuel his bloodthirst even more and it was working. All he thought about these days was how to rip the warlock's head off his body and drink to his fill and he was planning on doing so.

When he went outside the only thing he could see was the retreating vehicles of Pavlov’s and his men firing continuously. "AINA!!!" Damien fell onto his knees shouting. That was supposed to be a beautiful day like tomorrow, only if that disaster didn't take place. That is the day Damien lost his everything. That is the place Damien lost his everything. That is the day Damien lost himself. And tomorrow is going to be another day like that. But this time, Damien was determined to make sure that if blood was to be shed it would be his enemies.

The heavy oak door slammed against the wall, and a blast of freezing sleet swept into the hallway. Damian Cross stood in the doorway. He didn't look like a hero who had ridden through the rain to save her. He didn't look like a savior. He looked like a demon who had risen out of the black, icy water of the lake itself. He was soaked to the bone. His black trench coat was heavy with water, dripping onto the dusty rug in a steady, rhythmic thud-thud-thud. His hair, usually so perfectly styled, was slicked back from his forehead, making his features look sharper, more severe.