Damien Thorn Hellpark Novels & Stories

Enraged at the people that sold me, I set the orphanage on fire. That's when the story of my existence started to circulate. They had called me The Reaper. After I started the fire on my old orphanage I was seen by the whole Brakstone City perched on the burning building, holding the scythe with a cloth coiled around my face. It was the same scythe that I had killed my father and the same cloth he'd worn as he died. And it hadn't matter if I'm just a child at that time their fear had made me an enormous monster in their eyes.

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

CHAPTER 84: THORNHILL IS SHOT DEAD KIMBERLY: The phone slipped from Damien's hand and landed on the table with a dull thud, its screen still lit. His face lost all color. "Damien?" I reached for his hand. "What is it? What happened?" He slowly turned to face me, his jaw tight, eyes distant. "Thornhill is dead." My heart skipped. "Thornhill? You mean Mr. Thornhill, the attorney?"

He was trying to shift into the fastest four legged canine because for him it was life and death. He was a spy ,sent to the Xoron clan. The Xorons were a shady tribe and nobody knew much about their territories or rulers. They never participated in inter-tribe dialogue either. A thick wall made of dense, thorny, carnivorous shrubs, marked the starting of their land. Nobody dared trespass because of two main reasons. First,they were monstrous, unruly creatures. And second, their territories were believed to be on waste lands, ancient graveyards which were long abandoned. They drew their powers from the dead.

I thought of Ryan his earnest smiles, his steady companionship and my chest clenched, tangled in guilt, knowing my heart couldn’t split between calm waters and stormy oceans without slowly drowning in both, losing myself completely. The shrill ring of my phone shattered the stillness, jolting me back into motion, palms suddenly clammy, wondering if Alessandro was rescinding his invitation or if more office drama awaited my battered spirit. It wasn’t Alessandro. It was Damian. His name flashed on the screen like an omen, one I almost declined, but curiosity prickled sharply beneath my ribs, so I answered with a cautious, “Hello,” trying to sound detached. “Interesting day at Thorne Enterprise

“No, dad, it’s just well, can you give me a heads-up next time?” “What? Oh yeah, sure. I have to go sweetheart. I need to finalize the plans for security at their party. I will see you tonight. I love you.” He hung up without giving me a chance to speak. I pressed end on my phone. I heard the bell again. I walked out front to see Darren coming in. “Hey, how’s the nose?” he asked. Darren and I had been friends for a long time. “It’s broken, thanks to the Hell twins and Sheila.” I didn’t bother to hide my anger despite them being one room away.

KIERAN'S POV The meeting was dragging on longer than it needed to. Dmitri Volkov's lieutenant was making excuses about the delayed shipment. Again. I sat at the head of the conference table, half-listening to his stammering explanations about port security and customs delays. Dante stood behind me, silent as always. A living reminder of what happened to people who wasted my time. "Mr. Thorne, if you could just give us another week" "You've had three weeks," I said, cutting him off. "The contract was clear. The timeline was clear.

His first thought was that his data was shut off. However, message after message went unanswered, call after call was met with the robotic voice saying, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable..." That was when the panic set. Holly had cut him off, blocked him, in fact. Luke started to panic, his heart squeezed in fear. Pain shot through him. His hand that clutched the phone shook, his knuckles turned white. He fired up the engine, driven by wild thoughts. He had to see Holly. Right Now.

Golden lamplight spilled through the crack. And there they were. Adrian. My Adrian. Naked. Moving inside the last person I ever thought I’d see him with. “Aria.” His voice was a groan, rough and desperate. My twin sister tilted her head back, her glossy black hair spilling across my pillow, her body arched like she was born for sin. Her laugh—my laugh, only sharper, meaner—filled the room as Adrian drove into her. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t scream. All I could do was watch, my whole world tilting until I didn’t know which way was up anymore.

“Go to hell, Damian.” “Ohh hohhh,” he laughed softly as murmurs erupted around us. His eyes were glazed over as he struggled and pulled away from my grip, the collar of his shirt ripping slightly. “You know what, Aaron?” Damian began, nodding. “I will go to hell, gladly. But just know That’s exactly where you’re going too for what you did to your own mother,” he hissed. “You don't get to stand on a moral high ground now when you’re just as rotten as everyone else!”