Novel & Cerita Damien Bloodmarch

It's worse than I imagined. A jagged scar cuts across his ribs, but it's not just a scar. The flesh is blackened and twisted, and within it, something glows—a deep, pulsing red light like embers in dying coals. The mark is shaped like a broken moon encircled by thorns, and as I watch, shadows writhe beneath his skin, spreading out from the mark like roots. "This is the Bloodwraith Mark," he says, his voice hollow. "My father tried to break a sacred bond, and Vorrak punished our entire bloodline for it. This curse turns emotion into hunger. The stronger I feel, the more dangerous I become. And with you…" He shakes his head. "Everything I feel is amplified a hundredfold. Your fear feeds me. Yo

I scream running back to the black Cadillac, our car. “Stop her!!!” someone shouts but I keep on going, the moment I reach the car I open the door and what I see has me tongue tied. On the driver’s seat laid Jeremy, blood all over him; a sharp, deep cut on the hand that had the black and white bracelet (our friendship bracelet). I looked at my wrist but there was nothing. I could not believe Jeremy was laying there, a black triangle near him and his left wrist had a black cloth tied on it.

"Move. She's mine." Alex sneered. "She's not your anything and I'd sooner die than let you lock her up like she's some rabid animal." Damien lashed out but Alex was ready. He blocked Damien's blow with a hook and threw a punch at Damien's belly. Having seen Alex 's move many times during training, Damien blocked it in time before Alex 's claws could carve out his intestines. "Please stop it," he heard Ariel say but she sounded far away. So far and even her voice couldn't bring him out of the haze of bloodlust he had entered.

"I will never tell you about her you bastard even if I have to die. BUT MARK MY WORDS SHE WILL RETURN AND WILL AVENGE EVERYONE WHO DIED. YOU WILL ALL PAY FOR YOUR SINS AND YOU DEMON YOU WILL LAY ON MY DAUGHTER'S FEET AND ASK FOR MERCY JUST LIKE I ASKED FOR MY MATES LIFE. YOUR PRIDE, ARROGANCE, RUTHLESSNESS, CRUELTY WILL LEAD YOU TO YOUR DEATH ALONG WITH ALL OF YOU" Damien can not handle any more; he pulled Clara on her feet by her hair and slit her throat. Clara's body separated from her head and went limp. Damien throws the head near the stream mercilessly. He went near the stream and saw his reflection. He is covered in the blood of the couple. His right side is covered in blood and the le

Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers. Damien is the level headed, silent one who you’d think would be the scariest but he’s not, he’s more methodical when it comes to his plans and what I’ve come to learn makes him grate at mental interrogation. Like one of those people who with a single glance can detect the smallest of micro movements and know your intentions or that your lying. Then there’s Damitri the man with a plan and an irritation fuse so sort he’s most likely to slap the shit out of someone sir sniffl

Raining punches down on him. “You. Piece. Of. Shit! You still used her blood even though you had it stored. I’ll fucking kill you Damien.” Hands grab me up and off him. I shove Alix away as I look at Damien. His face is bloody but healing. He cracks his jaw back into place. I point at him over Alix’s shoulder. “You are a fucking disgrace. Get Jake to arrange it all to be brought here in the next 24 hours or I will kill you Damien Carius and I’ll burn your pack to the damn ground.” I roar out as he jumps in freight.

“Blood” Damien froze, staring at the crimson stain on the wood…

Damien's floored as soon as he reaches the vampires and his people. The dead bodies of his people litter the ground everywhere he looks. 'It's a damn bloodbath!' He thought as he growled and quickly moved forward. He could feel Xavier panic, begging him to wait and not approach yet but he ignores it and moves forward. He can't stand there and watch his people die and do nothing about it. He's a beta, not someone who will stand around and wait for backup.

she says in a protective whisper and kisses my forehead before using vampire speed to take out the small group. My parents look at me with wide eyes, questioning without words if they saw right. Mackenzie comes back with her face covered in blood with relief in her vampire eyes. "I'm feeling much better," she says switching back, cleaning her face with a cloth. She turns to my surprised parents and smiles bashfully. "I'm the Dhampir in case you're struggling to figure that out. I only drink vampire blood and eat regular food when I can't get it." "It's an honor to meet you," my parents say bowing their heads to her.

My attempt at levity falls flat when my thumb brushes a fresh burn on his collarbone the Blackstone crest, branded. The lock clicks. The chains fall. A shadow moves behind me. Marcus's blade flashes silver in the moonlight the same dagger from the Polaroid, the one pressed to Lillian's throat twenty years ago. Damien moves faster than a man bleeding from three separate wounds should. He shoves me aside with a guttural "Down!" just as steel meets flesh. The sound that wet, meaty thunk will haunt me longer than any ghost aboard this cursed ship. "No!" My scream tears through the night as Damien collapses, his hands already slick with blood.