Kagen The Damned Novels & Stories

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.

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…”

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

“Damien, Damien, Damien. You’re standing here, running your mouth, when you should be thinking about survival.” Damien smirked. “That’s cute. You think I need to worry.” Lucas’s face darkened. “You do.” Lucien whistled low. “Ooo, that’s ominous. Someone’s been practicing their villain monologues.” Kaelen ignored him, stepping forward, his eyes locked on Damien. “Last chance. Step aside. Or die with the rest of them.” Damien let out a loud, exaggerated sigh. “See, I was really hoping for something more creative. Maybe a little ‘join us or perish’ speech. But this?” He shook his head. “Boring.”

"I didn’t come here to fight—not yet, at least." I take a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Henry. "Did the elders send you?" I ask, my voice sharp with suspicion. Damien lets out a low chuckle. "You know me, Kael," he replies, rolling his shoulders as if the weight of the question barely touches him. "I don’t follow instructions. But when I do…" His eyes glint dangerously. "I’ll do anything to see it through." My stomach tightens. Damien isn’t a joke. He’s good—too good. Faster than Henry and me combined, deadly in combat, and ruthless when it comes to getting what he wants. If he’s here, it means the elders aren’t giving up on Tesla.

he adds. “This bastard…” Damian snarls. One of his hands, resting on the table, balls into a fist. The veins in his forearms visibly tensed, “Raegan… your orders,” he voices through clenched teeth. “Just say the words and I’ll bury this fucking bastard underneath the earth.” When he doesn’t get the response that he wants, Damian turns to looks at him. “Brother…” Raegan puts a hand up, stopping him. “Calm down, Damian,” he says calmly, his gaze still unwavering from Kane. As though staring at him that much would give him the answers to what he’s searching for.

I point to Greg. Damien strides over to him, ripping him up off the ground. He sinks his teeth into Greg’s throat and tears it out. Tossing Greg away like he was nothing as he spits out the throat. “The Rogues will find him later.” Damien’s eyes scan Jess as she hugs me. “Cassandra really turned someone so young.” I nod, “But old enough to be able to shift.” “She needs shooting.” “She’s already dead.” I reply

asked Julian. "Tsk, I'm not childish like you." "When was I childish?" protested Julian. "It's safer that you're not together," said Agneta. "Besides, I'm not a jobless old man like you. I have to help Regan manage Wiratama," said Davero proudly. "What help? You're just playing stock gambling," said Julian. "That's fine. It was you who liked to gamble until you built a casino. which was burned down by your own son. Sad," mocked Dave.

If there was anything I loved about the countryside, it was our boots. Seeing that Damien just brought out a dagger, it was his turn to receive weird looks from us all. “What? I carry it for safety and self defense purposes,” He defended himself as he shrugged his shoulders. “Alright then. Who is going to be the first to give me his palm for me to draw blood from?” Maggie asked and Khal began to cough.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.