Kagen The Damned Mga Nobela at Kwento

Kat POV I should have known that Madame Zametovka’s son would be as deranged as she was, but instead of mentally preparing myself for what could be the worst gym session of my life, I was still stuck in dream-land with Damian. The man was like no one I had ever met before in my life, spending an hour drawing me to the edge of my release before pulling away entirely. When he did eventually let me fall into a blissful climax, I felt as if he had branded me with his touch.

he snapped, “because I thought you were different. But you turned out to be like your father. Betrayed the people who trusted you.” Another burst of gunfire. Closer. Time was bleeding out. “You don’t get to stand beside the man attacking my people and claim moral ground,” I said. “I’m not standing with him,” Damien replied. “I’m standing against a lie.” Kailen glanced at his watch. “Touching. Truly. But we should go.” “You’re not going anywhere,” Ruggero said, aiming for center mass. Kailen moved fast — not toward us, but sideways, grabbing a control box on the wall and slamming something into it. The bay doors behind him began grinding shut.

The road we walked in was narrow and the screams of falling down into what I did not want to imagine covered us kike a cloak. Finally, I got to the entrance of the gates. Academy of The Damned. I followed the crowd inside, my hand wrapped around the only piece of familiarity I had. The necklace my mum's had given me was kind of a comfort, but it still did nothing, when what looked like a dragon passed me slowly, crushing the unlucky souls beneath its feet. There was a big signpost that said orientation and so I pushed through the crowd, heading there. A small gathering of people stood, and a tall girl stood there. Her hair was brown, down to her waist but when she stared at the crowd, she ha

“Just go to bed.” He turned away, frustration boiling inside. Images flashed in his mind, his father standing earlier, before collapsing again. Kael’s lineage were the ancient wolves, stronger than most Alphas and they healed so fast even than most Alphas does. He wondered why his father wasn’t healing. Damien’s gut twisted. Was his father pretending all along? Manipulating his weakness to drag him back here? Damien clenched his teeth. The thought left a bitter taste. He didn’t know what to believe anymore. He climbed the stairs toward his room, each step heavier than the last.

he stammered, his voice laced with accusation. Damien's grin returned, and he took a step closer. "What exactly do you do with Kael? You sure you guys maintain formalities or are you close like... more than friends?" He emphasized the last few words, making it clear he didn't believe Kyle's innocent act. As Damien's eyes locked onto Kyle's, he felt a shiver run down his spine. Damien's gaze seemed to bore into his mind, and Kyle's thoughts began to feel hazy. He knew that Damien was using his Alpha powers, trying to probe his mind and uncover his secrets.

The door slammed open. “Bingo,” I muttered. Lucien’s betas and gamma flooded in, panic written across their faces. “What the fuck is happening here?” Damien roared. I rolled my eyes. Damien was predictable, loud, and spectacularly stupid. He always did the dramatics when he didn’t understand the script. And then there was Kyle, the gamma. His mate better know what he’s doing. Viren was one of my favourite hybrids. I knew he wouldn’t let me down.

Rage distorted Caleb’s movement’s further, he wasn’t seeing anything except Damian. With a snarl, Caleb swiped downward, claws aimed at Damian’s gut— —but his arms jerked sideways at the last moment. His claws tore across Keagan’s chest. The sound was wet, awful. The slash was deep… too deep. Keagan staggered backward, eyes wide with pain and shock, blood blooming across his shirt. He collapsed. And from the edge of the clearing, a heart shattering scream tore through the chaos. —————— Damian’s eyes widened as he watched Caleb lunge at him again, completely disregarding the fact that his father was dying in the forest floor.

One of the most popular Mafia Dons. Damien stands up, ignoring his hands. The whole place remains silent. He looks Kelvin in the eye “let's be clear on something” he begins. “Eric is my son in law. He would be getting married to Katherine and I have a very brutal reputation. If you and your son touch the hair on his head. You would have me to contend with” Kelvin swallowed hard, a glint of fear flashed through his eyes. Damien took a step forward, closing the gap between them.

With each word, a new hit landed. The dogs sat on either side of Kaidën, snarling and growling. “I tell you who to be with and when… I control you, Killer. I made you and I own you. If you go against me again, I will send you back to the pit of hell, for it has become clear to me that you have lost your manners!” The cane shattered into little shards, and Nine groaned, turning away from the still whimpering man on the floor.

“But, how is the rogue still alive?” The tension in the air is palpable as Alpha Kaden and Felicia engage in a conversation that delves into the darker aspects of their world, the shadow of danger looming over their peaceful existence. Felicia's question about the rogue's fate elicits a momentary grin from Alpha Kaden, a glint of pride in his eyes as he responds with a hint of satisfaction, "Who says he is still alive?"