Novel & Cerita Invincible Damien Darkblood

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

“What do you know about these people?” “Other than they abducting my daughter when she was twelve, letting her go at the age of twenty only to kill her a year after alongside my wife and… and our baby, I know nothing.” he pours a transparent liquid into a glass. From the stench, Sebastian can tell it is whisky. “So, detective, I know enough to hate them with my dying breath.” Sebastian knows all about his loss and had even cursed himself when he read about the man. But if the same people are behind the Browns case, then he will be killing two birds, following the path where it leads.

“Were the specifics of the circle cast mentioned?” “Not that I know of,” Evander answers. “The Light of the Moon Circle,” Kristy suggests. “Say that’s what you cast. It’s fast and strong and could kill vampires.” She turns to me, eyes wide. “Which unfortunately happened.” “You’re faking my death now?” Lucas comes in through the back door, and Evander looks him up and down.

Damon asked, evilness was dripping down from his voice. "Damon, you do whatever you want but I can't open my mouth. I have given my word." The man coughed blood. Damon chuckled evilly as he grabbed the hunter stick and applied an oil on it. "Do you know that I have a beautiful wife?" He checked the sharpness of nails which were stuck to the stick. "She cares about me too much." Mira covered her mouth when Damon hit him with the sharp side and the man screamed. "I promised her to come back safe but because of you the quarrel happened and I got covered in bullet marks."

Every earthy, oversexed inch of him absolutely repelled her and there was a certain deadly attraction to that amount of revulsion… Christophe moved with the grace of a prowling tiger. He had the face of a dark fallen angel and the stunning magnetism of a very physical male. She studied the dark planes of his impassive features, the clear golden eyes set beneath winged black eyebrows and the savagely high cheekbones which lent such fierce strength to his face. Her gaze glossed over the stubborn jut of a decidedly Greek nose and the wide perfection of his narrow mouth before hurriedly falling away.

he continues to say. Raven looks at him like he has grown horns on his head. What sane person would ask that? “Does that mean he is into BDSM?” she asks herself. “Are you trying to say that you are into extreme sex?” she asks him. “In simple words yes,” he says. “Just how far?” Raven asked “Into no limits, but I wouldn’t go too extreme to hurt you that you bleed,” he tells her. This was too much for Raven, she didn’t expect to ever wake up to such news. Raven tried to sit up slowly and Damon helped her so gently. But she was on fire that she regretted sitting up.

Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it. The light chuckled cruelly, the other one was even more complicated. "Damien Lafayette, born of Henry Lafayette the vampire and Raelynn..and unknown species.." The light was confused it just couldn't see the other side of Damien. "Little boy..got some secrets hey!.." Damien frowned..he knew he couldn't defeat, this devouring light. So he bit his lips and kept quiet. "Sigh...it's been fun but..I'm still hungry!.." After saying that it grew bigger, as it started devouring everything.

I said nothing. "When I returned, I was told you and Damien had left after he snapped one of my men’s necks." He exhaled smoke slowly as his gaze drifted to the bookshelves. "I tried to understand the situation, but then I remembered who Damien is. His bloodlust…it’s inherited." My brows pulled slightly. "Bloodlust?" He looked at me, amused by my reaction. "You didn’t know? He’s a contract killer. Has been for years." My heart dropped.

Its tip glowed with a sinister light—Dragon's Blood Toxin, designed to cripple high-ranking vampires. A searing pain shot through my veins. I let out a choked cry as blood rapidly stained my white silk gown. "Elena!" Damien’s usually calm eyes were now a storm of fury. A terrifying power exploded from him, freezing the very raindrops in the air. With a lazy flick of his wrist, the assassin in the tower was torn apart by invisible shadows, dissolving into a silent red mist. Damien immediately wrapped me in his wing-like black cloak, swept me into his arms, and teleported us back to his chambers.

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.