Kagen The Damned Novels & Stories

" I was speechless. Who are you Katerina? I asked myself, repeating the same question someone asked me sometime ago. Was I still hallucinating or was I dead and in the spirit world already? This was all too much for me to comprehend. I could only make sure not to forget one thing, even if I forget everything else. And that's the name of the bastard that actually killed my parents, even if he had sent killers to do it on his behalf. Damien. Damien of the Full Moon pack. Oh, how dearly I will make him pay... "Moreover, it wasn't your time to die, it just wasn't your time my dear."

The world narrowed to blood, light, and rage. Finally, Kieran caught Damian’s shoulder and pinned him against a tree. “You ruined everything,” he snarled. “You made her your soldier, your weapon.” “I made her my equal,” Damian spat. Kieran froze for just a second, and Damian drove his blade into his side. Kieran staggered back, blood spilling from the wound. His eyes met Lena’s. “He’ll destroy you too,” he whispered. Then he disappeared into the trees, leaving only silence and the sound of his fading footsteps.

Draven, his eyes burning with hatred, charged at them, his hands crackling with dark energy. As Draven lunged at them, his eyes burning with fury, Ethan braced himself, feeling the raw power of the bond between him and Lena surging within him. Just as Draven’s dark energy was about to collide with them, a deafening crack echoed through the chamber. Just as Draven's dull energy was around to collide with them, a stunning split resounded through the chamber. The earth underneath them gave way wide open, uncovering a bottomless void, whirling with shadows and malicious energy.

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.

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.

“She used some kind of forbidden blood magic. Her strength—it's not natural. She feeds on power, sacrifices, pain. She said she was going to rebuild the northern lands, rule them herself. Kaden refused to obey her… so she imprisoned him. Chained him in the underground dungeon beneath the ruins of Greyfang Fortress. It’s true, I swear—she’s insane—” Damian studied her face, as if absorbing every frantic word, every plea, every whimper. Then he smiled. Not a kind smile. Not even a victorious one. But that dark, haunting smile that meant hell was only just beginning. “I’m glad I banished you,” he said finally, his voice like frost on steel. “Back then, I thought I was too harsh. But now…” He le

Kael growled again, louder this time, standing fully in front of me. “You’ll have to kill me first,” he said. My eyes fluttered open. I whispered, “Kael…” He looked back, just once. The pain in his eyes wasn’t fear. It was something else. It was a rage. Then everything became loud. Growls. Screams. Trees shaking. Kael leapt forward again. Damian didn’t move. He just stood there… watching. Like this was a test, like he was watching a game or let me say movie. He stood there like he was enjoying every part of the chaos.

Kellan staggered, and I managed to reach him, with Damon at my side. “I am sorry for putting you and Damon in such a mess,” Kellan coughed and smiled. Tears welled up in my eyes. “Damon, take care of Stella and my child,” Kellan whispered. “Stella, I am sorry for hurting you. I have a lot to tell you—my story, what happened, and how I started to care about you.” Kellan coughed blood, and his body disintegrated into dust, leaving nothing behind but tears and grief in my eyes. Knowing Kellan wasn’t truly a villain, I realised his mother forced him to act that way, even if he had a change of heart. I felt dizzy, my world spinning, and Damon cried my name in worry.