Kagen The Damned Novels & Stories

He was trying so hard to gulp on some air. Thomas deserved dying such a slow and tormenting death. He wronged so many people, separated so many girls from their families and after what he did to his own daughter, this death was nothing compared to all the illegal activities he was involved in. He ruined the childhood of Lea and those girls he kidnapped. Those girls were never the same again after getting rescued from those dungeons. They were scarred for life just like Lea. Keira’s death still traumatized Alex to this day.

Jesse had learned some more interesting facts about K. She was originally from Augusta, Maine. She loved riding horses, and grew up in a horse ranch. She was raised solely by her mom and her grandparents, growing up without a father. Her mom didn't really tell her what happened to her dad. And when she was still a kid, she was actually made to think that her father was Cat Stevens. K went on to tell a funny story when she was just six, her class had a parents show-and-tell at school. Being that she didn't have a father to bring to school, she brought her mom's Cat Stevens Moon Shadow vinyl instead - the one with the black and white photo of his young, beautiful face on the album cover, just

Agnes asked, obviously hungry for gossip. “Jaxon’s one of Damien’s guys. His right-hand man to be exact,” Isabella explained to Agnes. Agnes grinned. “So shoot your shot, babe.” Ellie groaned. “Damien will literally murder him.” Agnes waved a hand. “Please. Blackmail your brother. Tell him if he cockblocks you, Isabella will stop riding him until he behaves.” She turned to Isabella. “Right, babe? You’ve got him wrapped around your pussy…”

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.

she spoke up suddenly, voice steady, “how do you even know Kael?” Kieran looked at her in the mirror, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. “He’s our best friend,” Soren answered with a smile. “The only one who never turned on us when our parents died. People avoided us back then but Kael stayed.” Kieran nodded. “He’s Elder Damian’s son, remember?” Lena blinked. Elder Damian. Her mind flipped through the faces of the council, landing on one sharp and cold and unforgettable. Damian — the Elder who had suggested Luna’s trial, the most cruel and wicked of them all, a man whose eyes were made of ice.

frame, keeping my distance. “I told you I would,” Damian said simply. He held out the mug. “Here. You take yours black, right?” I froze. Seven years ago, as a slave, I drank whatever dregs were left in the pot. But on the rare occasions we stole moments together, I had told him I liked it black. “Like my soul,” I had joked as a teenager. He remembered. I walked forward slowly and took the mug. Our fingers brushed. The spark was immediate a static shock that made my wolf whine in longing. “Thank you,” I said, pulling my hand back quickly. I took a sip. It was perfect. Hot, strong, bitter. “How is the boy?” Damian asked. He leaned his hip against the counter, crossing his arms. He watched me o