Kagen The Damned Novels & Stories

He asked angrily as he threw me off. I fell down flat on the floor but I didn't feel the pain because I was busy thinking about what he just said. He kept on talking but none of what he was saying registered in my head. Are what he just said really true? Damian is a mafia lord? How come? He didn't seem like one to me? I know he has killed two people right before my eyes, probably more while I wasn't there but that doesn't count. I could feel my heart beating faster. I can't believe I was kidnapped by a mafia. No wonder I could never escape from him.

Stephen continued, " I know that you have not been able to tolerate the shock of what happened with Kabir, but this good news may help you to get over that shock." Amira immediately looked at Stefan as soon as he took Kabir's name, who's the younger brother of Haider, " What happened to Kabir? " Seeing this confidence on Ameera's face suddenly alongwith seeing this care for Kabir, Haider's anger comes out of his eyes, he chokes his fist with force. Stephan is amused, " Don't you know that Kabir has been tortured so mercilessly by someone that he is now in coma ? " Before Stephen could ask or say anything further, only then the nurse comes and takes him with her in case of an emergency.

Damien paced restlessly around his room angry and frustrated. He had a bad temper which was almost impossible to subdue whenever triggered because of his wolf nature, apparently and also because he was Alpha. The rage, lust and anger that came with it was sometimes uncontrollable. That rage was taking its toll now on Damien with the thought of his parents’ murders constantly. He kept walking around from left to right and back around his room critically thinking of how to capture the Rogues’ Alpha.

They snuggled down into the cushions and curled up together. She found a TV station that had some inane action movie with the perpetual surfer dude Keanu Reeves in it. She didn't think he was bad looking, but the minute he opened his mouth, he sounded like a pothead and a moron. Damien was completely fascinated and repulsed by the whole thing. Every time some fantastic explosion or stunt would happen he would look up at her. "It's all Hollywood make believe, dear. It's not real."

Damian exclaimed "Let the MoonGoddess decide Damian, the matter of who will lead the world is not my responsibility. Just like when I rejected MoonGodness when he wanted to make me the leader of Cronika. However, I don't have the power to refuse him, so here I am now!" said Ken remembering how he used to refuse orders from the creator of the alien world. The foreign world that made him such a respected figure, even though he never wanted that at all. The great war was still ringing in Ken's mind. He was still lucky to be able to visit Arra once in a while. But he must survive, he must take their daughter back to their kingdom and meet Arra. "How many victims have been killed?"

Damien appeared instantly, pulling her up while slashing an infected student who tried to grab her. “You okay?” he asked, voice tight. “Keep fighting!” she gasped. Kael was a whirlwind of violence in the center. Every time he killed one of his former packmates, a piece of him died inside. He recognized their scents even in death. The pain fueled his rage, making him stronger and more terrifying.

“When you come back, Damien, you’ll destroy him. You’ll fuck me so hard in front of him if you have to. I’m yours. Only yours.” The danger felt real. Kael was unstable. I remembered his threats about those men. If Damien didn’t return soon, I didn’t know what would happen. But deep down I believed in him. He would come. He would be furious. And Kael would finally understand what real regret felt like. On the seventh night, I was lying naked on the bed, legs spread wide, three fingers deep in my dripping pussy. I was close again, moaning Damien’s name like a prayer.

What man could tolerate a disloyal mate? “Of course.” “Then I suppose Chloe’s mate needs his eyes checked. Maybe get a priest to help him with that.” Kaelen lowered his voice to whisper to me again, making me laugh. Damian flushed red and then white. “I’m a Golden Lycan,” Damian growled. “Show some respect.” “You don’t deserve my respect.” Despite being an Omega, Kaelen spoke with such unquestionable authority that it felt like he was looking down on Damian. Damian’s eyes bulged, veins popping on his forehead. He swung back to me and snapped, “Heh. What kind of thing can you and a filthy Omega Black Werewolf even produce together? You’ll spend your whole life beneath me.”

The moment Kieran’s wolf collided with Damien’s, the world exploded into chaos. The two alphas crashed into one another with a sound like thunder, claws raking, teeth snapping, growls echoing through the cavern until the very walls seemed to shake. Damien’s wolf was darker—its fur streaked with silver, its eyes burning crimson from the poison of corrupted magic. They tore into each other like mirrored storms, brothers bound by blood and betrayal.

"You know Tristan won't be easy to catch. I need to see your plans before I support you." "Trust me Axe, my plans are solid," the boss replied, his grin widening. "I have a spy embedded in the American mafia. When the time is right, you'll be the first to know." "Okay, then," another dangerous-looking man chimed in. "I, Scorpio the Russian leader, will have my revenge. The Almighty Tristan will fall!" His loud, wicked laughter filled the room, resonating with the others who joined in, creating a chorus of dark intentions.