Damien Darhk Dc Novels & Stories

************************************************************************************************************* “Water...w*...w*ter! Please give me some w*ter!” Damien tries to stand on his feet grabbing the cold bars of a dungeon where he has been kept for who knows how long. There’s only darkness in here. A faint light of a fire torch is trying to make its way into his cell, fighting with the darkness. But it's as weak as Damien.

Mustache, black hair, black eyes and a sour expression. "We want to ask you a few questions. We won't take your time. " I almost rolled my eyes at that. Too cliché. "what exactly happened? " I took a deep breath and started talking. When I was done, mum reached over and squeezed my hand. I blinked back tears while officer Williams scribbled furiously on a notepad. Detective Allen nodded. "Do you know who would want to harm you?" I nodded. "A..A...D.. Dams Ripley."

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

i forgot how to breath. Damon Darkthorn stood at the diner entrance.he looked….different.five years had carved him something much worse.His shoulders were broader,he had a scar across his jaw.the suit he wore looked so expensive.worth more than my yearly check.his icy blue eyes didn’t look as cold as before,they looked empty.longing. Darian stepped in just behind him.Same face,same scar which I assumed where marks from war.But his eyes,oh God of the moon.They looked hunted.Troubled.

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.

After focusing for a little bit, he traced the habitual aura across the room before pushing the woman off his already flaccid cock. “Show yourself,” Damien ordered, already getting to his feet to confront whoever dared to invade his privacy and breach his Kingdom without being sensed until now. The figure in the shadows moved towards the dim light, revealing himself to be the Warlock Damien met a long while ago in the forest. It was the sorcerer he had been looking all over for, standing right here in the palm of his hands. Damien couldn’t be more pleased. He vaguely heard the squeal of the whore as she picked up the tiny pieces of articles and bolted out of the room in fear.

Ryan demanded, still astonished and Damark rolled his eyes. “There wouldn’t be any Great War, they just want a few of us and when they have what they want, we can part ways. The money I’m getting is better than having those damned omegas in my pack!” He replied and Ryan shook his head sadly. “You will regret this…” “I can’t wait.” Damark snapped as he watched Andrew draw out chemicals with a syringe. “You don’t have to worry too much about being lonely, Damien will be joining you soon…” He cackled and Ryan’s jaws dropped.

My pack fought fiercely, but even their courage seemed to falter against the overwhelming darkness that Viktor commanded. The sight of Damien caught my eye immediately. He was locked in combat with one of Viktor’s warlocks, his movements precise and deadly, yet even he looked strained—his wolf form bloodied, his breathing ragged. My heart clenched. I had to reach him, had to fight alongside him, had to keep us both alive.

The night became a blur of endless use. Damien Sinclair watched from the shadows of a nearby bunker, smiling with dark satisfaction as he stroked his cock. The apocalypse had only just begun, and I was already addicted to the end of the world.