Novel & Cerita Damien Darhk Dc

He directed his speech to the doctor and ran out to that suspicious tunnel And he is bare-chested..sweat fills his chest and..muscles He entered quickly without caring. The tunnel or dungeon was very deep, behind him were the guards and men of the herd of Ultm - his Mate 's flock - " Alpha". Harry shrieked running toward a deeply fainted man, with many, many men near him, some of them dead - some dead - and others breathing hard, just like Jack. Zayn's gaze shook, cautiously looking at the place , "Harry let him go," ordering him and the rest of his pack to oppose him .

And that thought refused to leave Damian's mind. As the healers took Sky from his arms, he let them, but he didn't leave. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed-and waited. Skylar Dawin was not an ordinary student. She was something far greater. And Damian knew he couldn't afford to ignore it. The darkness slowly began to lift. At first, she saw only blurry shapes, as if trying to focus on the world through a thick veil of fog. Her head was heavy, her body weighed down against the bed like lead. Her skin still pulsed with heat, as if the fire she had unleashed that night continued to burn deep within her.

The soul mage's trembling fingers hovered above the energy lever. His voice was tight with fear. "But her body is too weak. If we extract more from her soul core... it might shatter and kill her." The entire square held its breath. Damien stood in the center of the platform. He stared at the cracking soul shadow on the screen. His face was dark as the sky before a blizzard. He remained silent. His jawline tensed into a sharp edge. After a moment, something flickered deep in his wolf eyes. An almost imperceptible flash of pain—like a dark current beneath ice.

"Well, well. Sleeping Beauty finally decides to rejoin the living." Damien's head snapped toward the familiar voice, and his breath caught. Derek Hale lounged in the leather armchair beside the window, his dark hair falling carelessly across his forehead as he scrolled through his phone with indifference. He looked exactly as he had three years ago—young, cocky, with that trademark smirk that had once driven Damien to distraction.

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.

It felt weird at first because the only use of my mouth was to choke on dick but with time I got used to his questions. Damien Vale was no saint. He was a dangerous and powerful businessman with his own dark empire, but he was not allied with Voss or Silas. In fact, I slowly realized he had his own quiet rivalries with men like them.

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?..."

After he settled down, he called Aaron in. "Tell Zodack to hack the Jonas enterprise database, I want them to go bankrupt, " Damien said as he began to sign the documents in his front. He has given Greg enough time after their first downfall. Slowly he destroyed him and fed him the bread he served, Aaron was surprised at how cold his boss was, making him stand looking at him. Damien noticed the person he asked to do something was still standing there. “Did you glue your feet to the floor?" Damien ask Aaron who snapped out of his eye detection.

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."