Kagen The Damned Novels & Stories

Kael’s hands tightened gently around Rhea’s as he made her sit on the edge of her bed. The room still smelled like dust, broken wood, and the cold scent of fear left behind by Hunters—but Kael’s presence cut through all of it. Solid. Grounding. Alpha. He knelt in front of her, his thumb brushing her wrist as he began explaining. “We found the Book of the Damned,” Kael said quietly. His voice held exhaustion, controlled fury, and a tired hope layered beneath. “Inside it… there’s a way. A real way to kill Khaenat.”

“But at the same time, I know what I saw with my own two eyes, Kylan. I saw elders who can’t walk. People with wounds no one’s tending to, and they need help.” Kylan let out a defeated chuckle. “And if I can see past Kayden’s insane performance and still care about the witches in the mountains, then so can you.” A sigh left Kylan’s lips, and he fluttered his eyes as if he was trying to keep himself from fainting. His brows pulled together. “I’m sorry, Kayden is what?” “Yes, I still had to tell you about that as well,” I spoke, exhausted. “He says he’s going to die and be reborn as Kian, and that Kian is some divine savior who wants world peace and harmony and—”

Tania's POV I was barely touching the tiramisu in front of me, the bitter sweetness failing to reach my nerves, when the television flickered. West’s attention was buried in his laptop, fingers moving across the keyboard, his jaw set in an unreadable way and it made him look like he was calculating the end of the world. And then the screen cut to Damian. He was smiling, impossibly self-assured, with Kella by his side. Her hand rested lightly on his arm, the kind of intimacy we never had, that made my chest tighten with a cocktail of anger, disbelief, and fear. The chyron below screamed in bold letters:

“I run half the city’s weapons trade. I launder money for cartels. I own politicians. And right now, a rival faction is trying to burn everything down using you to get to me.” “Fuuuuck— Daddy!” Raven cried out, back arching sharply as he started pounding her without mercy. Damien fucked her with raw, emotional rage. Each deep stroke slammed against her cervix. His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her see stars. “They’ve been watching you for months,” he snarled, spanking her tits hard while destroying her cunt. “The same fucker who’s blackmailing us? He works for Viktor Kane — the man I took territory from last year. They want me dead. And they know the fastest

Then I turned and stepped out of the hiding place. Damien was on the ground, barely moving, his body covered in blood. He groaned as he tried to crawl away, dragging himself across the stone. Kaven stood over him. He was huge, nothing like the man I remembered. His body was twisted with rage, and when Damien tried to lift his head, Kaven lunged at him. Damien screamed as he scraped helplessly across the ground. He looked up at the monster I once knew as a man. “Mercy,” Damien cried. “Mercy. Mercy, Alpha.”

The man behind the desk smoking casually like this is all perfectly normal. There's a gag in his mouth. Tied so tight it's cutting into the corners of his lips. Dried blood on his temple. Bruises forming along his jaw. Someone roughed him up during the kidnapping. Aaron sets down his cigar in a crystal ashtray. Leans back in his chair. "Miguel Rodriguez," he says. His voice is smooth. Cultured. "Twenty-three years old. Junior at San Francisco State. Business major with a minor in marketing. Works part-time at a sports equipment store."

someone shouted. Flames cast a red glow over the curtains. Theodore scrambled to get up, only to find that his limbs were weak. Something was wrong with that drink—it had to be Elijah. He couldn't understand why Elijah would drug him. The realization sent a chill through him, but at that moment, all he could think about was making sure Calista was safe. He used every ounce of his strength to burst through the door as a wave of heat hit him. The hallway had already been consumed by a sea of flames, and the thick smoke made him cough violently. Through the heatwaves, he saw Calista supporting Sebastian—who also seemed to have no strength—as they moved toward the emergency exit.

He yelled at her, filling his throat, squeezing her neck so violently, holding her breath, "Stop, shut up, you damned, shut up, or I will rip out your tongue and silence you forever. I am strong, stronger than all creatures on this earth. And violence, greed, violent, traitorous, cunning, and malicious, disguised under the guise of humanity about which you know nothing, you use me as a bridge to cross, as an excuse to explain the tendency of evil within you, you hide behind me and in my shadows, because I am the strong...strong.” Then he suddenly stopped screaming the moment she stopped resisting him and her body rested under him, he moved away from her terrified to come back to her checkin

Damian is the key to locking the beast away. The fear of the uncontrollable strength was worse than any pain or confinement. It was the fear of losing myself entirely. The terrifying image of Kael, the Mirkwood Alpha, attacking Damian’s father flashed through my mind, a fresh memory from Damian's strained expression. Kael wasn't playing a game. He was a killer, and he was hunting me because I was the Alpha’s weakness, a weakness I had publicly confirmed with that impossible shot.

“Your king thinks himself a savior. But he is only a usurper. Remember that, Aria, when he grows tired of you.” Kaelen stepped forward, closing the space with terrifying calm. “You dare lay hands on what is mine?” His voice was quiet, but the promise of violence in it silenced every whisper around us. Damien’s Gamma bristled, but Damien placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. His gaze never left Kaelen’s. “Enjoy your borrowed wolves, King. They will never be yours in spirit.” With that, he turned sharply, disappearing into the dark with his Gamma at his side.