Invincible Damien Darkblood Novels & Stories

Damon. While they were waiting for the driver to take them, Quirino let go of Morana's hand and walked away to talk to Mr. Damon about something related to company marketing, leaving Silvi and Morana alone. Seeing this opportunity, Silvi did not remain silent, she approached Morana and started the conversation with fierce words. "How do you feel after spending the night with Quirino?" Silvi asked sarcastically, intending to lower Morana's pride. "Women like you are very easy to sleep with."

I spent years married to the man, I could spot him out in a crowd of a million people. Damien laughed as he got closer to where Zeke and I stood. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” He stopped, his eyes sweeping over the scene before him, the two dead guards, Zeke training the rifle in his hand on him, and the frantic, trapped expression on my face. A slow, sickening smile spread across his features. "My word, Evelyn," Damien said, shaking his head. "You are truly a Blackwood.” “What are you talking about?” I scowled, trying to steady my nerves.

I lift my chin as the flames settle into place, suspended above me like a halo of living darkness. The council stares, horrified. Riven whispers my name again—only this time it sounds like a vow. Damien’s expression cracks—not with fear. With fury. The flames shift violently, sensing him. A blast of heat tears through the chamber, all color draining from the fire until only one remains: Blood-red. They surge toward Damien like an arrow loose from a bow. He barely has time to jerk back before the fire strikes his chest—searing into him with a sound like sizzling flesh and shattering magic.

There was nothing he could say to temper this. Damien turned back to the window, his hands clenching into fists so tight his knuckles turned white. The soft colours of dawn seemed a mockery against the darkness that Draven Thorne represented. The internal battle for Sofia’s mind, the ancient curse, the looming threat of The Hollow Order… and now, a direct challenge from a figure of legendary darkness, threatening global devastation if Damien didn’t surrender his mate. “He made his statement,” Damien said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion, which was more terrifying than any shout. “He showed me what he’s capable of. What he’s willing to do.”

My first night back at the Davis estate, sleep was a stranger. The withdrawal hit hardest in the dead of night. Curled up in bed, I shook with chills, my pajamas drenched in cold sweat. Memories assaulted me: my dad getting shot, my mom's last scream, the red liquid Adrian handed me... I remembered my first kill at 18: a traitor. Francis had shoved a gun in my hands and said, "Show your loyalty." I pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark.

Their voices loud and clear for Damien to hear. Damien himself was still weak from the shock of what had happened to him. He couldn't believe he had completely lost his sight. Without wasting time, I tried to freeze his arms and legs as he lay on the floor, screaming in pain and still covering his bloodied eyes with his hands. His hands were covered in his own blood from the injured eyes. He couldn't see anything. Pure darkness. Now, it was time to send him to hell, where he truly belongs. But first, I had to freeze him to give myself time to collect some of his blood, so I could use it to free my men from his evil device. Yet again, no part of his body would freeze.

She squirmed beneath him, gasping his name as her orgasm burst through her. And then she fell still. Damien lifted his lips, savoring the coppery tang as he stared down at Britney. Her chest barely rose as she took her last breasts. Her body convulsed as she entered into blood shock. He had drank too much of her blood, and her blood pressure dropped precipitously. Death would follow. "I know you," Damien whispered as he stared at his victim. He didn't have to drain her to the point of death, but he couldn't control himself.

"I will never tell you about her you bastard even if I have to die. BUT MARK MY WORDS SHE WILL RETURN AND WILL AVENGE EVERYONE WHO DIED. YOU WILL ALL PAY FOR YOUR SINS AND YOU DEMON YOU WILL LAY ON MY DAUGHTER'S FEET AND ASK FOR MERCY JUST LIKE I ASKED FOR MY MATES LIFE. YOUR PRIDE, ARROGANCE, RUTHLESSNESS, CRUELTY WILL LEAD YOU TO YOUR DEATH ALONG WITH ALL OF YOU" Damien can not handle any more; he pulled Clara on her feet by her hair and slit her throat. Clara's body separated from her head and went limp. Damien throws the head near the stream mercilessly. He went near the stream and saw his reflection. He is covered in the blood of the couple. His right side is covered in blood and the le

His eyes darkened. “This isn’t only about Marlene. You know exactly what I’m talking about, Ethan!” he snapped. “I’ve told you repeatedly, Mr. Caspian Blackwood—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied evenly. They dragged another man into the room. His fingers were missing. I didn’t need an explanation. “Touching me isn’t the problem, Caspian. It’s what happens after you hurt a La Rosa. We both know there are boundaries even in the underworld,” I said, carefully playing my cards.

“Naked.” Her blood turned to ice. Before she could speak, the lights above flickered again. The storm outside snarled louder, wind battering the windows like angry fists. The fireplace hissed as the power surged once more, shadows lengthening like monsters on the walls. And Damien Voss smiled through it all. He wasn’t going to go easy on her anymore. He wants her and will do anything to keep her. Even if it means joining hands with the devil. Because now… She was his.