Damien Knight Novels & Stories

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."

Not once. Damien knelt alone on the unfamiliar streets of Silverpine. Surrounded by armed patrols and the cold stares of pack members who didn't know him and didn't care. A wind blew down from the north. Cold. Cold all the way through.

They all said in sync and hurriedly stood up to leave the place. Since the beginning of the meeting they felt Damien wasn't in a very good mood. He looked and acted colder than usual. It didn't mean that he was usually so warm and friendly but they assumed he was in a very bad mood. Damien Quinn, the extremely important and popular name in the four lands. Auburndale, Bartow, Gibsonia and Dundee. He was both famous in the human world and supernatural world. He was the CEO of Quinn Enterprises Holding, Inc.

“Is there any one who would like to challenge Beta Kendra Silvercrest for the position of Beta?” A tall, burly, full bearded giant of a man stepped forward, shaped like a sumo wrestler, but surprisingly agile for a man his size. Damien was his name, and once Killian’s eyes chanced in him, a silent snarl escaped his lips, for Damien was one of the notorious wolves who ran in the pack, but he was a valuable asset to the pack, and had never really blantantly gotten out of line until now. You want to know the funny part?

I miss you. With that I left the room but only after giving her a long wet kiss on her forehead. Soon I went to my room and called my security in charge Roger... He is my best man, ex army officer from U.S. "Roger?" "yes boss..." "I need your help..." "boss, tell me what it is? I will try my best" "Roger I am sending you some information. Remember you gave me information about a girl named Kiyara Gupta?" "Yes boss"

Elle POV. “I want to keep you safe, I want you to be safe…I never wanted to put my princess in danger, but I failed, I failed her Elle” he says, Nikolai admitting his failure, but he shouldn’t fail, he’s my mafia man, my daddy, my hero. “What happened? Who’s blood is that?” I ask him pointing at the blood all over him. “I tried to hide things from you Elle, I never meant for my princess to know this, I was sure I could keep you safe, but things are bad, they are really bad now” he says.

I look at the offending magazine cover again. Damien Davenport and Elena Moretti. A Modern Love Story. My ass. They weren’t in love. Damien didn’t do love, he knew that, I knew that, everyone knew that. No one would believe he would change overnight... Most of the women in New York knew he didn’t do love, he did power, control and mind games. Damien liked a good game, he loved watching people sweat. He loved assessing his opponents, making them work their way just to have a conversation with him. In the business world Damien is known as a thousand tricks. He was always eleven steps ahead of everyone else.

Damien emerged from the car, standing tall at six-foot-four, the lights flaring from the dome, glinting off his styled, long blonde hair, giving him some kind ofl halo. His custom designed suit was black and hugged his muscular frame sharply, the material stretching across his broad shoulders. A simple Paul Newman Daytona Rolex peeked out from under the cuffs of his sleeves as he straightened his tie. The crowd gave an audible gasp in unison at the sight of him, then started screaming in a frenzy at the next instant. The cameras flashed wildly as the reporters yelled "Over here, Mr Romero! Over here!" The crowd was wild and shocked at Damien's appearance. It's been five years since the Greek

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

“Now why the fuck would you yap about that? Shouldn’t you be keeping the informant’s identity private? You fucking mutt ruining shit.” “Ah…” Damian’s eyes glinted, “Were you supposed to be the instigator plus the knight in shining armor? Is that it?” He laughed. “You’re a funny one, brother. I’ve always admired your lunacy.”