Novel & Cerita Damien Bloodmarch

He had long noticed her presence, but there was no need to hide anymore, she had found out about him. "Hey Alma, you came back," Damien said in an exhausted voice. "I guess I should be used to who you are, feasting on human blood, so who did you kill to get the blood from?" Alma said as she sat opposite him, two empty blood banks were on the table with the emptied glass.

"Damien is that you?" In shock my eyes snap to Charlotte. "You know this guy?" Damien smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm surprised she remembers me." "Of course I remember you! How could I forget?" "Arthur forgot." "No he didn't!" Charlotte starts to stand up but is shoved back into her seat by one of the men who took us. "Is that what this is about? You want revenge?" Damien growls and draws himself up to his full height, he's huge, taller than Landon at least. With the scent he's giving off I realize he's a Gamma. "I want only what I'm owed!"

No Adrian. No life. I stopped suddenly. Pain exploded inside my chest. I fell to my knees. I coughed. Blood poured out of my mouth. More than before. My hands shook. My body felt cold. So cold. I tried to breathe slowly. That was when I smelled it. Blood. Cold. Dark. Vampire. I slowly looked up. He was standing there. Tall. Calm. Watching me. The Vampire King. Damien. Damien POV I had been following the scent.

“I told her there was something up with you from the very beginning! She never listens! You monster… what have you done?!” “I wouldn’t hurt you.” “Liar!” Damien snapped. The cigarette between his fingers crumpled like ash as he crushed it; the smoke hissed away and, in an instant, his pupils flared a bloody, impossible red. The air thickened—heavy and hot—and I sank back into the chair as if I could fold myself out of sight. He rose, slow and deliberate, closing the distance between us. Is he going to kill me? The question screamed in my head. Had I crossed the line?

“He won’t win.” “But he’ll try.” I folded my arms. “And we both know Martin doesn’t bluff.” Silence stretched between us for a moment. Then I added, “What happened between you two? The Black Highlands?” “He ambushed me,” Damien said, voice like gravel. “I killed his Beta and nearly ripped him apart. He escaped with half his ribs broken. But he never forgave that.” I exhaled slowly. “So now he wants revenge. And leverage. And—”

A body hit the ground near the shed with a sickening thud. I froze. My pulse screamed against my skin, roaring louder than the wind rustling through the trees. A figure limped out of the shadows, dragging one foot behind him, arms streaked with blood, face smeared with dirt and dried cuts. Damien. Still standing. Barely. Damien’s eyes darted wildly across the treeline, scanning the dark like a hunted animal. His breath came in short, ragged bursts. Then he saw it—a crooked old shed leaning against a slope just a few meters ahead.

Even Marcus looks shaken, wiping the blood from his mouth, his confidence finally cracked. Damien grabs one last man by the throat and slams him onto the table. His claws extend just immediately and he drives them through the man’s stomach without blinking and the body collapses instantly. Silence falls. Only heavy breathing of us remaining in the room The place looks like a massacre scene—modern luxury soaked in blood. The floors now reflect red. Damien turns toward Marcus slowly. His eyes glow faintly amber. “How is it this time we meet again, Marcus?” he asks, his voice gentle but terrifyingly calm. “Good present, isn’t it?”

"Mav, we need to call Leo. We have to cross-check all data regarding your birth in Switzerland. Something is wrong... Caelum looks too perfect to be just an enemy." Mavric watched the limousine leave with a murderous glare. "He is not just an enemy, Liora. He is the darkest part of myself. And to defeat him, I might have to become an even bigger monster than he is." Meanwhile, in a luxury hotel across the street, another man watched them through a sniper scope. However, he was not aiming. He was simply smiling. That man was Damien White. "Fight, you foolish dragons," Damien whispered, touching the scar on his neck. "Destroy each other, so that I can pick up the pieces and bring my sister hom

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

Selene, the powerful mage, joined their cause, offering her insights and assistance in deciphering the ancient texts that hinted at Damien's origins. One fateful evening, as the moon bathed the land in its ethereal glow, Dax stumbled upon a hidden passage in an ancient tomb. It spoke of a disgraced member of their pack, Ryan Varder, who had been banished years ago for delving into the forbidden arts. Reality struck Dax like a bolt of lightning. It was actually Damien, seeking vengeance and power, had returned to unleash his wrath upon the pack, targeting Dax as the symbol of their downfall.