Legion Of The Damned Novel Novels & Stories

Trigger warning ( sensitive topics like self hurt )- The Dark Lord pulled his nails out one by one. He seemed like he was relishing in that pain. Every time he pulled his flesh out along with each nail, a new one grew, almost immediately in its place. His legs were grazing above the fire and chewed on that metal blade. It was the same for all his organs. Every time it got severed it immediately regenerated as if adding salt to his sadistic fornication. As he repeated it again and again, his eyes rolled up and he arched his neck back, as if reaching his climax.

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

he gasped, looking at me like he couldn't believe I was really there. Damien looked at me with wide eyes, before reaching for the relic in his chest. He held on to the it and began to pull. The light from the relic flickered like a dying flame, and I screamed. "No!" I roared and sprinted toward them, the ground beneath me shifting and shaking. There were more floating stones to climb, and when one shattered underneath my legs, I leapt blindly unto another one. The realm tried to throw terrifying illusions at me- visions of Elijah 's dead body, Jason howling pain, and even one of me, begging Damien for mercy as he drained me out of all my blood.

'God help her, give her strength. What else could I do but pray for this poor soul? ༻❁༺ The night was terrifying with snow storms hitting the window over and over again, the weather unexpectedly changed from serene to chaotic. Just like her life. Painful whimpers escaped her lips as she dragged her feet toward the full-length mirror. Her right hand clenched the white sheet against her naked body while the left one held the cold wall for support. There's a noticeable limp in her walk. Emma took in a shaky breath attempting to endure the agonizing pain between her legs but it was futile. The hours-long session had sapped all of her energy.

Damien is walking over the remnants of the Den, stones crunching under his shoes at every step. The entire town is shaken by the sudden combustion of the building which killed nearly all the rogues and sent the remaining ones into lifelong torment. Headless bodies are scattered all over the town, some falling as far as the outskirts. Blood and soot color the town walls and the soldiers are digging up more bodies from the debris. “What in the world happened here?”

Cameras flashed. Miguel muttered under his breath, “He’s not speaking to them. He’s speaking to you.” Amelia’s lips curved faintly, her eyes never leaving Damien. “Then let him waste his breath.” Damien’s voice dropped, velvet covering steel. “Legacy cannot be built on betrayal. It cannot survive if poison festers inside its walls.” His gaze landed directly on her, cold and cutting. “That is why Blackwood will purge what is rotten… and rise untouched.”

It wasn’t fear yet. But the animal in them sensed a predator older, darker, and infinitely more willing to ruin the world for one person. Damian moved before thought could catch him. One heartbeat the Cross men were standing—smug, breathing, existing—and in the next, they were meat. Claws tore through sternum, bone cracked like dry twigs, and Damian ripped them apart with a violence that felt… sacred. Righteous. The chamber walls were painted red before the bodies even hit the floor.

“You need answers. And if you tell me, I’ll find a way to help you, brother.” He was right. I did need answers. But Saraphina came first. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know. Please, just help her,” I said, my voice falling from cold to fearful. She was turning paler with every passing minute. “I want to… but I need to know what happened.” “Damien, you’re a demon. If you touch her, shouldn’t you be able to see it?” He looked at me, face unreadable. “I sensed the darkness around you, Lucian... but she is the darkness.” For the first time, there was fear in his eyes.

However, seeing how these books were still very new, it didn't seem like it was touched. “What are you all looking for? I've been watching you run along this place for hours and you have yet to tell me what we are still doing here.” Legion asked, he propped himself on one hand and stared at me. I could feel his perverse stare and it made me feel like worms crawled on my skin. “Take your eyes off her or else…” Joshua growled out, his voice went a pitch deeper. Legion chuckled as he raised his hands up in a surrendering motion.

“You think you have a choice, Lilia? You do. But let’s see if you still feel that way when you see what happens next.” Lilia’s chest tightened. “What do you mean?” Damian stood up slowly, his calm demeanor almost more terrifying than any outburst of anger. “I’ll let you see the truth, Lilia. You won’t run from it. Not anymore.” He turned toward the door, motioning for her to follow. “Come with me. I’ll show you everything.” Lilia hesitated, torn between fear and fury. She didn’t know what Damian had planned, but she knew this wasn’t over. She had a feeling it was only just beginning.