Danmachi Character Novels & Stories

Damien growled, his face contorted, and his canine protruded; his eyes flashed a dangerous reddish color. A pain-filled cry surrounded him, and his eyes narrowed as he glanced around to see everyone was on their knees. Except for Mark. No, he was using every of his strength to stop him from falling to his knees. Damien was freaking more than a hundred years old. He was an alpha, and he had commanded a response that everyone must obey. Mark believed the curse had intensified it as well. Damien frowned, his eyes shifted around the large gathering that had fallen to their knees.

Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers. Damien is the level headed, silent one who you’d think would be the scariest but he’s not, he’s more methodical when it comes to his plans and what I’ve come to learn makes him grate at mental interrogation. Like one of those people who with a single glance can detect the smallest of micro movements and know your intentions or that your lying. Then there’s Damitri the man with a plan and an irritation fuse so sort he’s most likely to slap the shit out of someone sir sniffl

He would torture the hell out of me so I needed to beg Darius as much as I can. I plead and plead but it was clear that he had no intention of changing his mind, I felt devastated. How could he be this cruel, what have I done to deserve this? I kept on telling him to give me a lighter punishment till we reached the kingdom but it seems he had turned a deaf ear towards me he wanted to punish me. While we entered the kingdom someone came to welcome us, a knight that seemed very loyal to Darius, his name was Yagami. Yagami stepped down from his horse and bowed before Darius and said, "I have completed the five pieces of training in the masters of hell!"

"No worries, I only need them to see." They smile at me and the boy who said I'm pretty adds, "She's funny, Uncle Ashrac." If only Ashrac had his sensitivity. "And who are you?" I ask. He steps forward with a glowing look. "I'm Botan of the Purple Dragon Clan and I'm four." He turns slightly and places his small hand on his brother's arm. "This is Rotan of the Purple Dragon Clan and he's four too." Rotan brushes off the brotherly hand. "She knows that, dummy."

Damian jumped up, pointed at me, and said, "Uma! There's a woman in your closet!" Uma knocked Damian's head and said, "Be quiet! Knucklehead! Do you want those soldiers to come back?!" "Ouch! It hurts!" Damian covered his crewcut head and dodged. He was surprisingly agile. Is he a boxing fighter? I thought to myself. Uma stroked Damian's head and said, "Don't act like a spoiled child to me. You've got punched in the fight club all the time." Damian turned his head toward me and said, "My name is Damian Pedersen and I'm Milo's cousin. Are you the lady who attacked Alpha Dire?"

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

And he wasn't about to let this puppy rush him. He wiped the white residue from his upper lip with the back of his hand as he finished the milk, belching loudly and patting his full stomach. He'd forgotten how much he enjoyed smoked herring. As he had intended, the warrior fidgeted with impatience, hard brackets lining his mouth with displeasure. His hands opened and closed into fists at his side. A feeling of satisfaction filled Brand knowing he was getting under the man's skin. He pushed his plate back and leaned his elbows on the large wooden table before regarding the younger man. "And you are?" he asked with mock politeness.

Who knew how long I was going to be in this dark, smelly place without food or water. "Mother, please give me strength," I whispered slowly, trying to comfort myself, for I knew this was just the beginning of my journey. ...... "The girl, how's she?" A young man with stricken features asked as he adjusted himself on his chair. He was dressed in a black suit, which made him look like the devil. Damian was a hired mercenary, a merciless killer who had been trained for years to skillfully eliminate important figures in society. Merely looking at him, he appeared human, but being trained in the laboratory made him stronger, as he had undergone a series of experiments since he was a child.

But I promised myself whosoever is behind my angel's grief, will see the ultimate hell on Earth! She turned and loosen my grip on her arm. "Excuse me. Who are you? " my mate asked me. ***************************************************************************************** So how much you liked Damian's character?? The sexy billionaire Alpha !!!

He was afraid that even killing Charlie wouldn’t help him restore his dignity. After all, the horrifying beating which he had endured was already known to every Japanese in Japan. It was already rooted deeply within the hearts of the people. Machi’s expression turned sour and he was thinking of ways to comfort his son. During that moment, his cell phone rang. Machi took out his cell phone and saw an unfamiliar number. He pressed on the answer button and answered the call. From the other side of the call, a familiar voice rang. It was Ito Yahiko!