Damien Thorn Hellpark Novels & Stories

“He is coming back?” “No,” I said. I listened. The horn was moving away, not closer. Calling. Signaling. Repositioning. Damien had left, but his net had not. He had roads to close, villages to threaten, soldiers to send, lies to polish. He did not need to stand in the camp to reach for my throat. He had always been more patient than that. The ash at my feet stirred in the wind. I looked down. Something gleamed inside it. Small.

Her words echoed the fear I’d seen in larger packs, but sharper here… born of true fragility. I stepped closer, voice soft but unwavering. “Because hiding will not save you forever. Damian does not leave land untouched. His rot creeps, poisoning rivers, blighting soil, twisting every living thing into obedience or death. I’ve smelled it on Black Moon’s wind. I’ve seen good earth turned to ash. If he wins, this valley will not remain hidden. Your streams will run black. Your pups will breathe that stench until they forget what clean air feels like. You will not die in glorious battle… you will fade, one by one, until Willowmere is only a name on a map he burns.” Thora’s eyes glistened, but sh

And if he isn't, then why did Damian look like a man drowning in guilt? As the days pass, Marcus's reports grow more detailed. Thornesby has been meeting with shady characters all over the city, and Vincent's money trail terminates at a series of companies, which I think will be perfect for me to own. But the one that hits me in the gut is the report on Damian: He had been seen in a seedy bar on the outskirts of town, drinking by himself every evening. No women, no friends. I think he has become exactly what I have wanted to make Vincent for so long. Just a poorer, more wretched version.

She asked him. "Haylee,the so called Sheila's mom, she's not her mother," he said and Kylie stared at him in shock. "She's just an harlot in need of money and I paid her to do this. I found out Leo came to her and she was planning to call Leo to ask him for forty million dollars to expose me and I killed the bitch." He said smiling. "You're a monster." She said hating herself for ever meeting him in her life. "Yes. A monster, you'll spend the rest of your life with." He said dragging her out of warehouse. Just then gunshots were heard and Rex men fell one after the other and there was no sign of the killer.

I scolded myself and decided to head to my room for a shower. I opened the door to my room, turned on all the lights...and froze on the spot. Because sitting on my bed with his legs crossed and sharp knife in his hand was none other than Connor McCarthy. And on the wall behind him, was a writing in bold red ink that looked too dark to be ketchup. It made my skin crawl and a scream erupt from my throat. Welcome to Hell. Damien’s P.O.V:

He asked. “I feel like you’re punishing me,” I say. “Is there something I did that you’re not happy with?” I added. “I pay you a high salary for a reason,” Adrian says “This is it.” I sigh. Suddenly, everything went black. All I could see was the rain pouring outside through the window. I grab my phone and switch on the torch light but guess what my battery is low. I groan as I throw my phone on the desk. Adrian on the light on his phone instead. “Shit blackout and the elevator not working,” Adrian cursed.

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?..."

I had to be simple and urgent. URGENT. Thorne is the leak. He is working with D & T to take down both companies. Plan is Phase Two acquisition of RH. Code: Elm Street. I hit send. Then I logged out and smashed the burner phone against the floor until it was tiny, useless pieces. I needed to see Damian immediately. I couldn’t risk him talking to Thorne, or worse, Thorne finding out that I knew the truth. I jumped into my car and drove the speed limit, trying to look normal while my world crumbled. As I neared the city center, my regular phone buzzed with an urgent news alert.

He just let the newcomer linger in uncertainty before finally flipping on his bike’s headlight. The man flinched and quickly shielded his eyes. “You were the one who contacted me?” He asked. “Detective Davies?” Damian’s asked calmly.. A second of silence then.. “Yeah. You said you had something for me.” Damian smirked in the dark. “Oh, I do.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on the handlebars. “I know where the Hellfangs are meeting tonight”

Then, Damien was shoving his hands into the pocket of his pants. “Come on, Zack! I’ve known you since you first appeared in the pine forest. Don’t be too surprised if I knew what was going on in the Shadow Pack. I’m the Delta, I do these kinds of things,” Damien stated. His grey eyes were shining under the moonless sky. Zack scowled as he turned his head away.