Dc Comics Daxam Novels & Stories

“I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this. Damon helped me carry Scarlett to a magic Doctor's inn. “Emergency…!” “Be calm,” the Doctor assured us. “She will be fine. What is the issue “She got attacked by a wolf with enemy blood.” “Okay…” Very quickly, Scarlett felt safe again and was resting. Then Damon pulled me away from everyone. He led me straight to his private quarters in the Alpha house. As soon as the door was shut, the aura changed. Damon pushed me towards the wall, his body hard against mine. “Watching you fight that way… really drove me crazy,” he growled. He pasted his lips on mine. The kiss was wild and it showed how craving he was for s*x.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

A threat. Solmyra, still on the floor, coughed again, her voice hoarse and brittle. “She’s… stronger than we thought.” Maeron glanced down at her, then back at Serena. “Stronger, yes. But not unbeatable.” Serena could feel the change in energy. The talisman in Maeron’s hand wasn’t just a magical device—it was a relic, something woven from blood and bone and sea. And it was pointed directly at her. She stepped in front of Alexandro, shielding him instinctively, even though her body ached, her strength flickering after the surge she had unleashed.

Damon discloses, his voice growing colder with each word. “Who discovered this secret route?” Lana inquires further as they explore the inner depths of the cavern. Her eyes sweep across the surroundings, and a growing curiosity urges her to delve deeper into the ancient symbols adorning the walls. “It was my ancestor, Alpha Darius Blackthorne.” Damon reveals, his tone carrying a mixture of pride and melancholy. “Oh, I see.” Lana nods in acknowledgment as she moves close to feel the inscription on the wall. “What do those symbols mean?”

“Please come to my cabin,” Dinesh mentioned as Anushka looked up from her phone. She was reading another one of the books online. She loved romance books and would prefer them any day over her textbooks. She walked to his cabin, straightening the white t-shirt and pants she was wearing today. It was the least bit professional, but she did wear a sweater over it, so it was fine. As usual, knocking on the door twice, she walked inside as he gestured to her to sit, “How many countries do we deal with?” He asked all of a sudden.

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.

I said. Imran walked towards the table slowly, his eyes moving across the room first. He always did that now. Observed before speaking. Measured people carefully. Again, dangerous. He stopped beside me, glancing down at the papers scattered across the table. “What happened?” “Three shipments interrupted,” Dante explained. “Different locations.” Imran frowned slightly. “And you think it's connected?” “It is connected,” Marco said sharply. “We're trying to figure out who the fuck is responsible.”

“You guys were following her movement’s right? Did you find anything strange?” “Not in particular.” Damien shook his head. “The strength of her pack is similar to ours, maybe even smaller, but I’m guessing she has many dominant soldiers. Which means her military strength would be about twice of ours.” “Then we have a problem.” I frowned. “Let’s head back; I need to talk to Axton.” “Why?” Both of them asked at the same time. “Because he was the only one who had been able to get into her pants.” I smirked. “I need to know exactly what he found out inside the Dawn Valley pack house.”

Being captured The year on earth is 3125 a.d. Aliens exist and the species that have controlled the past fifty years are not friendly and think of us humans as merely free range cattle. They love to drink human blood and some consume our flesh. The earth's governments discovered the invaders that called themselves Demirkans. They were reptilian like humanoids. I just call them bloodsucking scum. I'm Zax Derix, an eighteen year old half human male currently sitting in my hideout within a cave in Yellowstone National Park. It's 2:30 a.m,

“So, it says here your family is from Beta/Warrior ties with the Blood Oak and Cedar Falls?” I see her vivid green eyes flash black for a second - her wolf pressing forward. Nodding her head, she starts speaking lightly. “Yes, my father was the Beta for Alpha Damon at Blood Oak before he was, released, from service. I then went to live with my maternal Grandmother in the Cedar Falls Pack, but then she died.”