Damien Knight Novels & Stories

Damien cleared his throat, scanning the room with a grin that was equal parts charming and terrifying. “Good evening, everyone. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Damien. The younger, better-looking, significantly more fun Grayson brother.” More laughter. I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t stop him. “I’ve known Alexander my whole life,” Damien continued, pacing the stage. “And for most of that life, I assumed he was a robot built by our father to destroy the stock market. He didn’t smile. He didn’t sleep. He once fired me from an internship because I brought him the wrong kind of sparkling water. It was ‘too effervescent,’ apparently.”

That same calm confidence, God, it was unnerving. Ryan stepped forward again, closing the space between us. “I asked you a question,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He moved slightly in front of me, a clear Alpha gesture. “Who are you?” People had started whispering. I could feel eyes on us from every direction. Great. Just fucking great. The last thing I needed was a scene. But Damien didn’t even flinch. His gaze finally shifted to Ryan, slow and steady. “My name is Damien,” he said casually. “I’m a friend of Mikaela’s… from Silvermoon.”

Couldn’t think. The walls of my carefully built world were crumbling. Lucas’s love. Ethan’s peace. The fragile normalcy I had fought so hard for. All of it was being ripped apart by one man’s obsession. Damien Knight. The ghost I had buried. The past I had silenced. Now awake. Now hunting. --- Damien’s POV As the door closed behind her, I pulled out my phone. “Hale,” I said into the receiver. “Sir?” “Prepare the logistics,” I ordered.

“And you know this because…?” Damien doesn’t answer right away. He just leans over, taps a sequence on the keyboard like he’s done it before. The screen fills with strings of code I don’t even pretend to understand. His face is calm, but his jaw is tight, precise, like every movement costs him something. Theo blinks. “You’ve done this before.” Damien finally looks up at him, eyes dark. “I build security lines for hospitals. Do you think billionaires don’t get hacked? I’ve been rewriting firewalls since before you could spell encryption.”

That was why he chose to do it the way that he did. “Damon knows what he is doing, and Damon is well aware of everything that he is playing with. However, it does not concern him. He does not even give a damn. He does not care.” I said, looking at Alpha Kael. “You know for a fact that he does not care about me.” “That is not true, Sienna.”

Who would’ve thought—after thirty years apart, their first serious conversation would be about arranging for their children to grab coffee together. Damien returned to Kendrick’s bedside, first checking on his condition before performing acupuncture on his head. When Knight practiced medicine, he was focused and meticulous, and a sheen of sweat soon appeared on his forehead. The sight suddenly reminded Colten of many years ago, when he was still pursuing Lilly. He had invited her on a trip, but she fell ill during the journey. Damien, who was a doctor and happened to be traveling with them, treated her and quickly caught her attention. Back then, Knight was just a young doctor and an amateur

Five Years Ago: Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old dark-skinned man, sat in his office chair on the top floor of a magnificent five-story building. He had blue eyes, short black hair, and several tattoos on his body. An eagle tattoo on his right arm, a cross on his left arm, and two women's names on his right abs. Damian was a mafia boss who commanded respect and fear in his territory. He ruled the secret mafia world and underground cartel in North Haven.

He had taken care of the problem, and he could now focus on more important things. He spent the rest of the day in meetings, finalizing the details of his deal with Kendrick. He was ruthless and efficient, leaving no stone unturned. As the sun began to set, Damon decided to take a break. He had heard about a new nightclub that was opening downtown, and he thought it might be the perfect place to unwind. He arrived at the club just as the sun was dipping below the horizon. The music was pulsating, and the crowd was already starting to grow.

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

Familiar. “You can’t run from me, Kayla.” I turned toward the sound, and my stomach dropped. Damien stepped out from between the trees. His body glowed faintly beneath his torn shirt, veins of blue light crawling beneath his skin. His eyes, once warm and kind, were now cold and illuminated. He smiled faintly. “You shouldn’t have destroyed it. I could have saved us all.” Liam’s weapon hummed softly, charging. “You call this saving?”