Kagen The Damned Novels & Stories

Kane leaned back in his chair, the city stretching endlessly beyond the glass. His thoughts drifted to Mona. The way she blushed under his touch. The way she kissed him back. The way she looked at him without fear. She had said yes. And Kane did not take that lightly. He would take care of her. He would make her feel safe. Make her trust him enough to tell him about the nightmares he knew she carried. Because he understood something most people never did. Some scars never fade. And some demons never stop chasing.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I’m sorry to call. I didn’t know who else to call. I’m in my apartment. I… I need you. Both of you. Please.” Kai was already out of bed, pulling on his hoodie. “We’re coming. Right now. Stay on the phone with me.” Damien was already moving, sliding out of bed and grabbing his pants. “Kaicen, talk to me. What’s happening?” Kaicen’s breathing was fast and shallow. “I woke up and it hit me again. The old house. The man with the belt. He was standing right there in the corner. I saw his face. I heard him yelling. It felt so real. I thought I was past this. I thought I was strong enough. But I’m not. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Chapter 8: War and Worship The penthouse smelled like sex, gun oil, and black coffee. Kai sat cross-legged on the massive bed, wearing nothing but Damien’s oversized black shirt and the thick steel plug still lodged deep in his cum-filled ass. His fingers flew across two laptops and a tablet, screens glowing with schematics, bank routes, and live security feeds. Damien paced in front of him like a caged panther, shirtless, fresh stitches across his ribs, low-slung sweatpants doing nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock.

Something that made his chest clench with recognition he’d never felt before. Fire walks among wolves. The prophecy rang as it did in its echo, Alpha of the continent’s most feared pack, cold and ruthless and utterly alone as he stood there. He kept his wolves in their territories below, always aware that their Alpha would kill to keep them safe. He would kill. He had killed. But until the prophecy took his life or he found a way to break it, he would continue killing. But tonight, for the first time in years, Kael Blackthorn felt the weight of something he’d thought long dead: doubt. Not at all about his strength or his willingness to use it, but simply the knowledge that strength alone mig

I stormed into my study and slammed the door shut behind me. I leaned up against it and then slid down to sit on the floor, burying my face in my hands. “You’re weak,” the demon said. “She was right there. We could have had her.” “Shut up!” I bellowed. “You almost killed her, Xavier,” my wolf growled at me, full of disgust and shame. “We are dangerous.” “That’s the idea, isn’t it?” the demon said, laughing. “More fear. More power. They all deserve to die.”

"What's happening to me?" Killian didn't answer, just buried his face in the crook of my neck with his fangs grazing the skin right above the silver collar. His entire body was shaking, and I could feel the restraint it was taking for him not to bite down, could feel how close he was to losing control. "You're not our step-sister," he groaned, his voice breaking with something raw and primal. "You're the Lunar Heir, the one the legends said would come to destroy us all."

"Start there." " I'm but, I'm not a normal one," he said. I blinked. "What do you mean?" He was quiet for a second, like he was choosing the entry point to something very large and needed a moment to find the right door. "Kage is what I am," he said. "It's not just a title or a rank. It's a specific kind of creature. I'm a demon werewolf, Addison. I have a demon that has been part of me since birth. His name is Kage. We are two in one body. He lives in me and I live in him and we have shared this—" he gestured at himself, at the whole of him, "—since before I could breathe on my own."

It was the scent of Kieran, the leader of the group, whose deep grey eyes were like a storm, calm and waiting for the day it would erupt. The second was the scent of rich dark chocolate laced with the bittersweetness of burnt caramel—a scent that was seductive, thrilling, and full of a dangerous charm, like a flame that beckons a moth to its demise. It was the scent of Seren, the Alpha with a smirk that was ready to burn everything to ashes.

Damien roared, his voice shaking the forest. The rogues froze, then turned, their eyes wide. Kael growled, his teeth bared. “You made the wrong choice tonight.” Before the rogues could move, Damien shifted. His wolf burst forth — black, massive, eyes blazing with fury. Kael shifted too, his wolf silver and fast. They leapt together. Damien’s jaws closed on the leader’s throat. With one bite, he tore it down. Blood spilled, the rogue’s scream ending in silence.