Damien Bloodmarch Novels & Stories

My heart pounded, blood roaring in my ears as I prepared for another onslaught. But then I saw him—Damien. The entire cave seemed to hold its breath as he stood there, his presence commanding, his eyes locked on Zac. Damien moved with blinding speed. He reached down and grabbed Zac’s wolf, lifting him as if he weighed nothing. In one brutal, fluid motion, he twisted Zac’s head, snapping it with a sickening crack. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, he reached into Zac's chest, his claws ripping through flesh and bone, and pulled out his heart in one swift motion.

Marcus Hale — Damien’s old rival, the man who had helped fuel the original scandal, the one Damien had supposedly killed in self-defense during the last attack. Damien appeared in the doorway, leaning on his cane, expression murderous. “He’s coming for us,” he said flatly. “Victor probably helped him escape. They’ll try to hit us while I’m still weak and you’re vulnerable.” I pressed both hands to my belly — one over our third child, the other instinctively lower as if I could shield the tiny new life inside. Damien crossed the room and knelt beside the bed despite the pain it caused him. He rested his forehead against mine, one hand on my stomach.

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

I turn my head to Lukas and he’s still on his horse, eyes wide with something. Pain. Hurt. But it doesn’t last long. It disappears as quickly as I noticed it. I scoffed, turning back to the body. The silence continues until another familiar voice breaks into our thoughts. “Luk—Lukas, what did you do? What the hell did you do?” I look up and find Damien marching slowly towards us on foot. His body is soaked in blood, certainly not his. But even with the red liquid covering his face, I can still see the hurt in his eyes. Somewhat similar to what his brother carries.

The door was cracked open. Inside… silence. Then Damien. Shirt halfway off. Blood staining the fabric. He turned and froze when he saw Cris standing in the doorway. Cris POV My eyes locked on the blood smeared across his shirt. But it wasn’t just the blood. His eyes. Black. Pitch black—just like in the forest. “What’s going on?” I asked, stepping inside and shutting the door behind me. Damien turned away, ripping off the shirt and tossing it in a corner. “Get out of here, Cris.”

Damien Damien Albrecht... a name that strikes fear and panic into the hearts of anyone who hears it. He's not just ruthless, brutal, and ferocious, but the embodiment of everyone's worst nightmare. Crossing paths with him is like inviting pain and suffering into your life. He possesses no conscience for those with conscience will not do what he does....... Well, that's all they kept saying but I care less about their opinions or how they perceived me. "Sh*t..." I groaned as crimson blood splattered in all directions, staining my hands with its gruesome reminder.

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.

And Damian… Damian is a Lycan blooded Alpha. Even if I tried to fight, I wouldn’t last one second. But still, my eyes flick toward the heavy lamp. The corner table. The chair leg. I run through every weapon I could use—every opening I might find. But the answers are all the same. He’s stronger and he will win. The mattress creaks as I sit, bones stiff with dread. I stare at the floor, the lingerie clinging to my damp skin, praying for some miracle, some divine intervention—

Damien Blood stepped out of the car as the driver opened the door “Mr. Damien?” Max said “O yes I remember, I’m sorry; he called my yesterday and told me he was coming” Maria lied; Lucifer walked to the table “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Martins” he said smiling “Morning Mr. Blood nice to see you again” Max said and shook him “Please have a seat” Max said “Thank you” “It’s been a while Mr. Damien” Maria said “Yes indeed” he replied “I believe you two have business to discuss, I’ll just excuse you” Max said and left them but not without setting up his phone recorder and left it on the table

Liam pulled me to my feet, steadying me as the chamber lights flickered again. “What’s happening?” I gasped. He grabbed my hand. “The system’s collapsing. We have to move.” We ran through the corridor, the metallic walls cracking with bursts of static. Sparks rained from the ceiling. My heart pounded as we pushed forward, the exit a blur of light ahead. But as we reached the final passage, the air shimmered—and a figure stepped out from the shadows. Damien. He looked different. The calmness that once defined him was gone. His eyes glowed faintly, threaded with blue light. The same light that had pulsed through Liam moments before.