Damned Novel Novels & Stories

open its belly. Steaming guts spilled onto the ground in slippery ropes. He finished by tearing out the throat in a final fountain of blood that soaked his fur dark red. The garden was now a slaughter yard scattered limbs, pools of blood gleaming under the red moon, the metallic stench thick in the air. Damien shifted back to human form, naked, glistening with sweat and enemy gore. His cock remained rock-hard, smeared with blood. He looked up at Monalisa in the doorway, eyes burning with possessive lust, he leaped back up in one powerful bound and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against the tall library window overlooking the carnage below. Look what Daddy did for you, baby girl, he

ADRIAN …THE PAST Damien’s eyes widened when he stepped into the room and took in Lorenzo’s naked body. For a second he looked like a man who’d seen too much and still wasn’t prepared for this. “Adrian—” he started. “Don’t,” I cut him off. I didn’t want pity. I didn’t do pity. It tasted like failure, and tonight failure was the last thing I could afford to feel. Damien scrubbed his face with one hand and cursed under his breath. He knew what needed to happen next, what the book of our life always required when someone crossed the line. He knew, and that knowledge made him look older than I’d ever seen him.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

Was it only me or the time slowed down? I went through my bag again to check whether I had something else I could do to pass the time. I smiled when I saw the book Shelly gifted me on my birthday, Malibu Rising by Taylor Jenkins Reid. I opened it from where I had stopped reading last night and continued reading when the book was snatched from my hands. I bit my lip to stop myself from shouting at Jake when he smirked at me while pointed at Mr. Jameson who chose that exact moment to glance up at us.

My wolf muttered under her breath, and I swallowed hard, wondering if he was the only one different or if it could even be that he had evil thoughts. "Selene, can we leave here now? It is getting darker!" She exclaimed, and with all my strength and speed, I bolted off, jumping over the dead, mangled bodies of those boys that almost raped me. Gosh, their deaths weren't any better. That vampire really tore them apart mercilessly.

Author Pov. Hearing Jack's words Damon's eyes turned invisible gun shooting every type of bullets towards the smirking man in front of him... Damon gritted his teeth... Damon has a really short temper. He can become angry real fast... And that is somehow considered his weakness... And Jack knows how to use this weakness against him... Damon: What the fuck did you just say. Jack smirked before stepping closer to Damon. Jack: My baby girl Liliana. You may not know but she was great in bed. I had so much fun with h--

Aaron has Always Loved his this Funny Side and he Enjoys his this Side but it is Super Rare to Witness. Aaron Looks at Alexander as he Questions him Softly "Are you still in Love with her? " Alexander's Eyes suddenly becomes Dark as he hears his Question. He Clearly Knows as to what does he mean when he says Her. He knows that he is Talking about Darcy. The Woman that has Killed him. The Woman that is the Reason for him to Turn into The Blood Sucking Monster. Aaron Notices the sudden change in him and gets Worried. He Regrets for asking such a Question while Alexander Relives whatever Darcy has done Against him. He Relived whatever Pain she has Inflicted on him and how he has Lost his Mother

"I can allow you to cry as much as you desire, but I wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself even outside, but leave as soon as you are done." "Y-you are cruel," Emberlynn whispered, her hands clenched on the rug she was currently sitting on. He was really cruel. He had shoved her and didn't look if she had hurt herself or not. "I hate you," Emberlynn stated. She stood to her feet and stumbled towards him. Damien tensed as he sensed her presence behind him. "I hate you, Damien Stone, and I pray to the goddess Selene you rot in hell where you belong," she thumped at his back with her fist as she said each word.

“You’ve been carrying your own pain in silence since your sire. Talk to us.” Damien stared at the opposite wall for a long moment, crimson eyes distant. The elegant, cold vampire rarely showed vulnerability. But after watching Kael shatter and Serena burn her mother-figure twice, something inside him cracked. “I wasn’t always like this,” he said quietly. Damien’s Story “I was turned in 1897. London. I was twenty-four, the youngest son of a powerful aristocratic family. My father wanted me to join the military. My mother wanted me in politics. I wanted neither. I wanted freedom.”

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.