Novelas y relatos de Damien Crowe

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.

Draven, his eyes burning with hatred, charged at them, his hands crackling with dark energy. As Draven lunged at them, his eyes burning with fury, Ethan braced himself, feeling the raw power of the bond between him and Lena surging within him. Just as Draven’s dark energy was about to collide with them, a deafening crack echoed through the chamber. Just as Draven's dull energy was around to collide with them, a stunning split resounded through the chamber. The earth underneath them gave way wide open, uncovering a bottomless void, whirling with shadows and malicious energy.

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?..."

The sound of the door opening behind me had me turning my head. Damon stepped inside, dressed in his usual dark jeans and black button-up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His hair was damp, like he’d just come in from a shower somewhere else. He didn’t look at me right away, his eyes instead going to Isla for a brief moment. “You didn’t sleep here,” I said, my voice low but steady. He didn’t flinch. “No. I didn’t.” I crossed my arms over my chest, not bothering to hide the frown that pulled at my lips. “Why?”

“Forget her. You need to get to HQ. The board is going nuclear. This could end everything if we don’t contain it.” The line went dead. Damien turned to Cleo again, nostrils flaring. His hand shot out, gripping her neck—not to choke, but to instill fear. He yanked her forward until their mouths were inches apart, heat and fury spiraling. Before he could speak, she kissed him. Desperate. Hungry. Possessive. His hands instinctively pushed her back against the wall, until a wave of disgust crashed through him like ice.

But Blaire, lost in her own thoughts, walked on, unaware of the man trying to reach her. Damien's focus shifted as something caught his eye, a colourful rosary hanging in a nearby shop window. He lost sight as a group of people crowded, when he got even focus to look for Blaire, she was gone, swallowed by the crowd. “Damn it,” he muttered, frustration shaded with disappointment. He had hoped to see her again and talk to her, to learn more about the woman who had unknowingly left an impression on him. As Blaire walked home, her thoughts swirled. She couldn’t shake the encounter from her mind. Damien Smith, the heir to one of the wealthiest families in the city.

As if sensing my foreboding intent for him, he declined. "Not now, Freya," Alpha King Damien said. His lips an inch from mine. "The moonshine pack needed me to go through with the Bride Selection. Let's just go through with the flow. You are my mate. You are mine. I'll wait the process of the Bride Selection then claim you as mine." His lips met mine with a primal instinct that I let out a soft moan. My first kiss. It numb every senses in me. I forgot my past. My mission to kill him. Amanda, Alpha Krist. The lycan beast Maya. The glamorous Leah. Sharp tongue Adriana. And even Ire. Yeah I forgot my new friend in the throes of passion. It was wild. Alpha King Damien giving me my first kiss. I

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."

Everyone was eager to witness the union of Damien Wood and his soon to be Luna,Rhea Sinclair ,my twin sister. Everywhere I turned, people were talking about how beautiful they looked as a couple. "Rhea will make such a beautiful Luna" some said "she really does have exceptional skin" and others said. Each word felt like claws scraping against my ribs. Today I stood near the training field, pretending to watch some warriors train but my eyes betrayed me as they wandered towards him,Damien. He stood beside Rhea near the central pavilion,with his hand resting on her lower back. His eyes rose and found mine and we stared at each other as the mate bond between us twisted violently.

She nodded slowly, but her eyes lingered on me — too perceptive, too knowing. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that the message wasn’t entirely wrong. Because in that moment, staring at her — at the woman who made my house feel like a home again — I realized something that chilled me to the bone. I loved her. But I didn’t know her at all. Damian walks to his study later that evening. He reopens the anonymous message. Beneath it, a single photo loads — blurry, grainy — showing Vivian, wearing a staff badge from his own company, dated months before he ever met her.