Invincible Damien Darkblood Novels & Stories

Finally, everything was setting back in place. “Dark magic.” Zane began, his voice shaking. He slashed out a hand, but this time, I was faster. I rose, blocking it, only to come round and give him a slash on his back, then wrap my arm round his neck, dragging him so he'd fall against me, tightly secured in my grip. “Damn you. Recognize me, handsome bugger. The ones using dark magic are Valerie and Damien. Catch them first.” “Valerie? Damien? That's impossible.”

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

When the door opened, the light caught his wire-rimmed glasses, making his eyes invisible behind twin reflective discs. He was tall and handsome, with blond hair combed smoothly back from his forehead and light skin that seemed to glow in the dim cellar light. I couldn’t help but think of Dr. Cullen from those vampire movies—Carlisle Cullen. The irony wasn’t lost on me that my jailer and his medical accomplice shared a name. Good vampire, bad vampire—both feeding on me in their own way.

“Leif… he planned everything. Luxian. Ken. Derick. Ashiel. Taken alive.” Something inside Damien snapped. The world tilted. Valekar rose. Not whispering. Not waiting. He tore free. The ground beneath Damien split open as demonic energy erupted outward, flames bending toward him like they recognized their king. His eyes burned crimson, sanity slipping through his grasp like ash in the wind. “Damien—!” Cris shouted. But Damien wasn’t listening. His eyes darkened completely. Rage fed him. Sustained him. His only thought was Leif’s death.

For a few precious hours, our home felt almost safe. But the calm was a lie. It always was, with Caden Dovewood lurking. He'd known about Eve, a shadow always at my heels. His gaze was a constant, chilling reminder that my carefully built double life was his to expose whenever he chose. I'd lived with his eyes on me for weeks, enduring his presence at school, the forced closeness, the terrifying physical demands. The encounter with Richard, a desperate gamble for cash had only deepened my vulnerability, giving Caden more specific ammunition. My mind kept returning to Richard—a lonely man, yes, but also a symbol of how far I’d gone, how much deeper into the shadows I’d stepped. This new part

And Damian… Damian is a Lycan blooded Alpha. Even if I tried to fight, I wouldn’t last one second. But still, my eyes flick toward the heavy lamp. The corner table. The chair leg. I run through every weapon I could use—every opening I might find. But the answers are all the same. He’s stronger and he will win. The mattress creaks as I sit, bones stiff with dread. I stare at the floor, the lingerie clinging to my damp skin, praying for some miracle, some divine intervention—

The two Death Valley warriors standing over Grey barely had time to turn before Damien was on them. The first one raised an arm, but that was very slow. Damien’s claws ripped through the warrior’s throat in one savage sweep, tearing flesh and spraying blood across the floor. The man dropped without a sound. The second stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear, then he tried to retreat… Damien caught him by the jaw. “You touched him.” Then smashed his skull into the courtyard wall hard enough to crack stone. The warrior dropped down lifeless. For a heartbeat, everything around them seemed to still.

“For my family.” He slammed into the shadows with renewed strength, his golden light exploding so bright that the night turned into day. The dark wolves screamed as they burned away, but Seraphine only lifted her staff higher. The red light struck him like a spear. Damien roared in pain, his body thrown back against the stones. Blood filled his mouth, his vision blurred, but he forced himself to rise again. His legs shook, his glow flickered, but he did not fall. “You will not break me,” he said, his voice hoarse but filled with fire.

Already rejecting possibilities. “No visible device,” Victor continued. “No external tracker. We would have found it.” “Yes.” “Then how?” Damian’s eyes darkened. “There are only two options.” Evelyn’s breath caught slightly. “What options?” Damian didn’t look at her yet. “An implant.” The word landed cold. Clinical. Evelyn froze. “No.” “Or—” Damian continued anyway. “Something in his blood.” That was worse. Because it sounded quieter. More invisible.

Damien reported to Alden as they went back into the house "Ignore it" Alden replied "I have somewhere to be" Alden then disappeared into the darkness of the night Damien went to his room. There was no light illuminating it. You couldn't tell where anything was. But that wasn't the case for Damien, a vampire, he had great sight, even in the dark. He undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. A huge eagle tattoo was on his back. It looked so realistic, especially its red dragon eyes. He moved the middle vase on one of his tables and the huge painting behind him moved and opened, exposing the stairs to his hidden underground room