Danmachi Book Novels & Stories

said Damien curious . " It's boring to stay in the room without doing anything . It's not that annoying to only be cleaning without doing anything else but still........it gets boring and a person needs to have something for their own fun . Computers are already taken by others , there's not even a TV so........The only thing that I could do is , come to the library and read some books to entertain myself . " said Charlotte smiling . Damien looked at the book Charlotte was holding and noticed that it was a historical book with the legends of dragons .

------- Red Blood packs " Everybody, the Canids are approaching! This is war!" Kappa screeched out. Almira saw a Canids from afar and she called her packs to get ready. Lancelot leads the attack from the Canids. All of them ran towards the red blood packs and Kappa found his first kill. He leaps above the Canids and used his sharp paws to scratch his face and he succeeded. It stumbled on the ground and winced in pain. He tried to make a second blow but one of the warriors stop him. It's Damian who just got healed from his last battle.

Damian understood the severity of the situation. "I am well aware of that, that is why I am here, but is that what has gotten you in a twist, you don't seem well" Damian asked. "I am fine Damian, we just need to be focused on her now, what is your next plan?" I asked, looking at Damian. "Well, I plan on giving her this" Damian said, stretching a book towards me, the title read "The chronicle of the SIX" "Hmmm, the beginning of everything" I said, agreeing with Damian's choice.

The study window is dark. The blue notebook is inside. On the desk. Between the law books and the biographies. "Okay," I say. "Okay?" "Yes. I will read it." "Now?" "Now." --- We go inside. Damon walks to the study. He opens the drawer. He takes out the notebook. Blue. Leather. The pages are worn. The spine is cracked. He has read it and reread it and read it again. He hands it to me. His hands are shaking.

Kenji circled, slow predator, jet hair slicked, ruthless, dragon tattoo peeking, collar-open gi, porcelain skin sheened with faint exertion. "Breathe into the draw," he murmured, gravel-velvet low, positioning behind—chest brushing my back, heat-jarring, scarred jaw grazing asymmetrical bob. His hands overlaid mine on the hilt, porcelain fingers guiding steel whisper-pull, bodies aligning forms intimate. "Speed is surrender. Precision claims." Bokken flashed arc perfect, my strike slicing air hiss, mahogany arm extending unyielding. He pressed closer fraction, hips nestling mine deliberately, breath hot lobe. "Again."

“I love you too so you have to stay here with me. You have to stay alive, Ry.” His face and body turned pale. His pulse was weak and I knew by heart that he only had seconds to love. I had to do something. “I can’t lose him. I won’t lose him!” My other hand summoned the Book of The Damned and as always, the book knew what I needed and it flipped pages over pages in a swift motion until it stopped on a black page with white ink.

He found it and headed back to her room. Lilian was fully engrossed in her book. She didn't hear the lock turning and soon enough, the door flung open. She was very startled to see Damian standing in her room with a key chain in hand. She looked at him. It didn't take a genius to put two-and-two together. She rolled her eyes and went back to her book. It was a response that Damian expected. He watched her read with so much intrigue. At least she had the sense to read. He stole a glance at the spine and saw that The Kama Sutra was written on his. His body shivered pleasantly. It was his favorite book and she was reading his best volume. He smiled slyly to himself. "Let's see how much she has

"Well, then…" Emma watched as he emptied the wine glass perched on the railing. Before she could even register what was happening, he closed the gap between them once again. His hand wrapped firmly around her neck as his lips claimed hers in a fervent kiss, a passionate exchange that left no room for restraint. This time, he artfully tilted his head, guiding a cascade of velvety wine from his mouth to hers. Her hazel eyes widened with surprise as the warm, velvety wine filled her mouth—a few audacious droplets even embarked on a seductive journey down her neck, disappearing into the folds of her dress.

Infected swarmed everywhere — some crawling on ceilings, others mutated beyond recognition. Kael shifted fully and led the spearhead. His silver-black wolf form smashed through the first wave, jaws snapping, claws shredding. Damien moved like liquid night, appearing and disappearing, leaving trails of torn throats and arterial spray. Serena ran in the middle, hurling violet barriers and explosive runes to cover their flanks. “Left!” Damien shouted. A group of corrupted football players barreled through the fiction section. Kael met them head-on. The impact shook the floor. He tore through two of them before the third slammed him into a marble pillar. Bone cracked.

Outside, the sun climbed higher. And somewhere beyond locks, beyond fire, beyond distance, Damon Moretti was still playing the long game. End of Book 1.