Damien Darhk Dc Novels & Stories

Because this was none other than Damien Vandolff, the Vampire King. Damien was perfection personified. Built the size of a battle tank, a physique to die for and a face so unparalleled in beauty that no one can forget it once they had a look. His hair appeared black in the darkness but I knew that it was originally a very, very dark shade of red. He was the most coveted and the most dangerous creature on the planet. Except, he didn’t just break hearts, he crushed them in the palm of his hands, after ripping it out of the person’s body.

After parting ways with his assistants at the airport, Damien headed straight for the Black Mansion. For a brief moment, he contemplated the idea of sneaking into Eva’s room, but such an action seemed beneath him. He was Damien Cross, after all. There was no need for stealth when confidence was his forte.

"Damien is that you?" In shock my eyes snap to Charlotte. "You know this guy?" Damien smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm surprised she remembers me." "Of course I remember you! How could I forget?" "Arthur forgot." "No he didn't!" Charlotte starts to stand up but is shoved back into her seat by one of the men who took us. "Is that what this is about? You want revenge?" Damien growls and draws himself up to his full height, he's huge, taller than Landon at least. With the scent he's giving off I realize he's a Gamma. "I want only what I'm owed!"

“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.

“Be quick we are leaving in some minutes.” Damien sighed. “I don’t think I can meet up, maybe I will meet you there.” Hugh nodded. “Cool, and bring your little pet if you want.” His eyes landed on me. It was full of disdain once again . What did I do to this dude? After Hugh left, Damien headed to the bathroom. When he emerged, water dripped from his hair and trailed down his toned body. He pulled on a shirt, but not before I caught myself staring. I quickly looked away, reminding myself who he was—a killer.

Zach was faintly suspicious now. “Are you a superfan of Damien Black? How come you seem to have a whole library of his books in your bag?” Darien leaned in very close to him and whispered softly in his ear. “I am Damien Black.” He drew back and Zach took a moment to process that revelation. The bestselling gay erotica romance novelist under Harper Publishing was secretly the CEO. No wonder only half the books had happy endings. Darien probably didn’t like having fictional characters being in successful relationships when he couldn’t be in one himself.

“You don’t have to—” “I do.” His tone was steady, but his eyes betrayed him. “He’s my brother.” The dungeons beneath Black Moon’s fortress were ancient — stone halls carved long before either wolf or witch ruled these lands. The torches burned low, casting long shadows across the damp walls. The scent of iron was thick in the air. Damien was chained to the far wall, his once-proud frame slumped and broken. His eyes, so like Kieran’s, flickered open as they entered — dull, but not defeated.

Damien reported to Alden as they went back into the house "Ignore it" Alden replied "I have somewhere to be" Alden then disappeared into the darkness of the night Damien went to his room. There was no light illuminating it. You couldn't tell where anything was. But that wasn't the case for Damien, a vampire, he had great sight, even in the dark. He undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. A huge eagle tattoo was on his back. It looked so realistic, especially its red dragon eyes. He moved the middle vase on one of his tables and the huge painting behind him moved and opened, exposing the stairs to his hidden underground room

Damien. I sit and pick at my food, watching the city below. Humans drive home from work, crowd into buses, laugh on sidewalks. They have problems—bills, bosses, relationships—but none of them know what it feels like to have your soul ripped in half in front of a room full of people. Lucky. The study door opens. Damien steps out, jacket off now, white shirt rolled up at the sleeves. There’s ink on one of his forearms—a dark, intricate design that disappears under the cuff.