Damien Darhk Dc Novels & Stories

“Morning.” Without another word, I placed the old photograph on the coffee table and pointed directly at the logo. “I’ve seen this before.” He studied it carefully, his brow furrowing. “Where?” “Hart Global.” The words hung between us. Thick and heavy silence stretched. Damien looked from the photograph to me, his expression hardening into something unreadable yet intense. Finally, he spoke. “Get ready.” I frowned. “For what?” “We’re going to my office.”

Moreover, Darryl saw Damien was as forgiving and kind as Dominic, so Damien would not harm him. Damien was stunned when he heard that. ‘He...he comes from another world?’ In the next second, Damien gathered his thoughts and nodded. "No wonder in my whole life, I’ve never heard of the medicinal bath you used to treat Lolita earlier." He blinked and said to Darryl sincerely, “In that case, Mister Darryl, how about making a deal with me?” "What deal?" Darryl could not help but say.

The heavy reinforced door of the Maybach clicked and swung open. Damian stepped into the frame. He looked like a dark god of war disguised as a billionaire executive. His charcoal-grey suit fit his broad shoulders perfectly, concealing the dark leather harness holding his custom tactical firearm beneath his arm. His stormy grey eyes met mine, instant warmth cutting through his cold, lethal aura. "It’s time," Damian said, extending a hand to me. I took his hand, letting his crushing, reassuring strength pull me out of the vehicle. He didn't let go immediately. He pulled me close, his thumb lightly brushing across my knuckles, his dark gaze scanning my face for any sign of panic.

Who knew how long I was going to be in this dark, smelly place without food or water. "Mother, please give me strength," I whispered slowly, trying to comfort myself, for I knew this was just the beginning of my journey. ...... "The girl, how's she?" A young man with stricken features asked as he adjusted himself on his chair. He was dressed in a black suit, which made him look like the devil. Damian was a hired mercenary, a merciless killer who had been trained for years to skillfully eliminate important figures in society. Merely looking at him, he appeared human, but being trained in the laboratory made him stronger, as he had undergone a series of experiments since he was a child.

It’ll look like a chef’s accident. “Dang it!” Damien moved back, and I let out a shaky breath. He ran a hand through his hair, his expression going colder as he paced the room. I gulped and took a step towards him.. “You should calm down, it’s not—” “Do you even realize who I am? I’m Damien Starkov. I have more enemies than you can count—people who would love nothing more than to see me destroyed. And now, you've gotten yourself involved."

My body hurt with every step, but the thought of Elara's face made me work harder. When we got to the next gate, the alarm had changed to a loud, deep countdown. The air smelled like metal that was on fire. Darius gasped, "Lucian, if this place goes down" "I'll die with her before I leave her here," I said. A voice came down the hall, silky and taunting. "Such dedication... almost admirable." Damien emerged out of the shadows in front of him. His black cloak brushed the floor, and his eyes were like those of a predator.

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.

She had to lean off the wall and try to digest the information Damien just hit her with. ___ Damien wore an evil smirk as he watched her leave the conference room with a frozen smile. He had been thinking of what to do with her, because he couldn't keep her in here with him anymore...Lately he hadn't been understanding himself. He occasionally caught himself swaying from the usual feared, dangerous looking, undateable Alpha to a soft baby in the body of a man, when he was around Ariel. And all that rubbish was going to stop tonight.He had decided to end her life out there in the field.

Turning back to the creek, knowing it was going to sap his strength quickly if he stayed in it too long; he began to walk up stream. Damien walked about a half mile before getting out of the creek on the opposite side. He figured that the humans wouldn't want to cross this creek with the water temperature as low as it was, plus the distance he had traveled almost guaranteed they wouldn't find his trail. Still leaving a blood trail, he walked into the woods and headed for the Front Range.

“That was quick.” I sighed, grateful for the distraction. “Because there wasn’t any real training,” I muttered. Kai smirked. “She’s impatient.” Damien let out a soft chuckle. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He turned his focus back to me. “If you’re free now, you should come with me. I want to show you something.” I frowned. “Show me what?” “My workshop.” My frown deepened. “Your workshop?” Kai was the one who answered. “Damien isn’t just an intellectual lycan—he’s a genius. He’s the one who designs most of the warcraft and weapons used in Blackwood and beyond.”