Invincible Damien Darkblood Novels & Stories

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

“He won’t win.” “But he’ll try.” I folded my arms. “And we both know Martin doesn’t bluff.” Silence stretched between us for a moment. Then I added, “What happened between you two? The Black Highlands?” “He ambushed me,” Damien said, voice like gravel. “I killed his Beta and nearly ripped him apart. He escaped with half his ribs broken. But he never forgave that.” I exhaled slowly. “So now he wants revenge. And leverage. And—”

I gulp back a sob, straining against his chest with all my power, but he merely chuckles darkly, his hold tightening as his other hand snakes down to clutch my breast hard enough to bruise. Then, suddenly “Get your fucking hands off her.” Damien freezes. Lucian’s words rips through the room like a sharpened razor. He stands at the doorway, covered in blood and ash, his shirt ripped apart to expose claw scars flowing down his chest. His silver eyes flare with homicidal rage, his gun aiming firmly at Damien’s skull. Damien smirks against my trembling lips, his grasp tightening on my throat until lights burst between my eyes. “Or what, Blackthorne?” he purrs, his fangs skimming my cheek. “You’l

Oliver’s hold tightened protectively as Damien’s gaze shifted to Teodora. “Witch,” he croaked. “Bloodsucker,” she replied dryly, tossing him a blood bag. Damien seized it, draining one after another until all were empty. As he stood, he was no longer the remnants of a memory—I saw the man from my visions, powerful and undeniably dangerous. “So, I assume Annalise doesn’t know about this,” he said, amusement flickering in his tone. “No,” Teodora confirmed, her voice cold and unyielding.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

The realization that all three ghosts of the Hawthorne-Blackwood legacy—Victor, Arthur, and Edmund—were converging under his mother’s roof was a nightmare decades in the making. "Damien," Elias whispered, his voice laced with a raw, desperate edge. "If Edmund is inside that house with Arthur, and Victor arrives before we cross the border..." Damien didn't answer immediately. He moved with a heavy, deliberate grace, stepping away from the satellite terminal to stand directly over Elias. The sheer size of Damien’s frame dominated the dim cabin, his shadow blocking out the harsh light of the monitors. He reached down, his massive, calloused hand coming up to wrap firmly around the base of Elias

Tell her who Haven really was and how her and Derek actually met. Outside of us four and the cops, no one else would know. As far as anyone else was concerned, Haven was just a mutual friend. Mick told me that they’d already been able to steal back almost $26 million of the ransom. Yeah ... it was all totally illegal, but it’s not like Haven could complain to anyone about it. We were talking about posting a reward on the darknet for information on the whereabouts of Haven and her brother, but we hadn’t made any decisions.

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,

Liam asked, his voice tinged with suspicion. Damien's expression darkened, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of the fierce, predatory nature that lurked beneath the surface. "I'll be the one to sever the necromancer's connection to the undead," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And I'll need to get close to do it." The implication was clear, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Damien's plan was risky, perhaps even suicidal, and the thought of him putting himself in such grave danger made my heart ache.

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”