Novel & Cerita Legion Of The Damned Novel

And Damian… Damian is a Lycan blooded Alpha. Even if I tried to fight, I wouldn’t last one second. But still, my eyes flick toward the heavy lamp. The corner table. The chair leg. I run through every weapon I could use—every opening I might find. But the answers are all the same. He’s stronger and he will win. The mattress creaks as I sit, bones stiff with dread. I stare at the floor, the lingerie clinging to my damp skin, praying for some miracle, some divine intervention—

“Sure, I was born ready for it. I am a Nikolaev after all.” I should have known in our world something always got fucked up. Someone always died. Father died. Alexei’s life was hell because of my mother. Revenge was an ongoing theme in this life - mafia or not. Someone got to Adrian. It was the reason for the car chase. It had to be. The question was why? “You hate the world right now.” Alexei’s voice pulled me away from the fog of unknowns. “I don’t—” I cut myself off. There was no sense denying it. I did hate the world. I hated that I couldn’t remember much from that night, leaving me with a million questions. I hated that the last words from Adrian that I remember were said in anger.

Chapter Title: The Price of Betrayal (Damian's POV) The night was thick with tension, the sort that slithered under your skin and sat heavy in your chest. The blast was still echoing in my ears, but I didn't flinch. Instead, I stood there, gripping Lena tightly as we watched the last flames consume what remained of Bianca's empire. It was over. At least, I hoped so. Lena trembled in my arms, and I brushed her hair back, speaking soft words. She'd been through hell and was supposed to be safe with me. The reality that she'd been kidnapped, tortured, and nearly blown up was a failure I refused to live with.

All Alpha Damian could scent was Ana's floral sensual fragrance wrapping around him, a sacred distinct scent that only envelops him whenever he mates with Ana, "How dare you!!" Alpha Damian roared as his teeth bared, his body trembled with fury, his bones cracked and elongated, his growl morped in anger and the ages trees around shook above his growing bulk, as Alpha Damian shifted Into an extraordinary huge silvery monstrous wolf lunging with his sharp lethal claw.

The building itself seemed to be mocking him. He had placed Emberlynn in the same position without her doing anything. And now that he was here, he could feel all the pain she had felt. Getting tossed into a dungeon without just reasons but just for the fun of it and because you feel you had the authority to do so. It seemed to be that way for Lucian. He enjoyed seeing people in pain and didn't care about their feelings. Damien believed he was that way, and now, seeing Lucian doing the same to him, he understood how wrong he had been.

Lucas saw tears appearing in his grandfather’s eyes, threatening to spill. “After the war, Seth needed a Gamma that knew how to fight and his had died in the war, so he forced me to take the position. I didn’t want to work with this monster, but he had made up his mind. So, he kidnapped Louise, my mate, and put her in prison. Every time he wanted me to do something, he would bring me down to see her, and he would torture her until I broke and would do everything he asked. I felt her pain, her desperation, I would do anything to make it stop.”

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

He disappeared into the shadows as silently as he'd emerged, leaving me alone with city lights and the lingering scent of his cologne. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, my reflection staring back like a ghost. Two days ago I'd never have imagined standing in Damien Black’s penthouse, while my life, and the lives of everyone I loved hung in the balance of whatever task he gave me. I didn't know how I'd ever sleep again.

Lucien didn't flinch — frozen when he caught one of the important internal organs along with his brother's severed head being in Loui's grasp. Needless to say, they had lost. Skarsgard had lost its golden child, its stronghold. Thus, the only thing Lucien could do at that moment was to cast a series of pain-giving spells, allowing the eldest Argent to feel all kinds of infinite pain, so that he could infiltrate —escape taking Damien's heart with him. Not long after, Victoria came and removed all kinds of spells that Lucien had left on the Eldest Argent, then grabbed the head of her favorite son, Damien.

" Of course. Lucian was still a fool! He doesn't know that the person he trusted to protect his daughter was a traitor's son. They both laughed at each other. ------- Back to the Ragnarok town Lucian and his packs arrived at the scene and most of his people were still fighting to protect their Kingdom. He saw Lancelot on the ground piercing one of the rogues with his sharp claws. Lucian ran towards him. "Where's the other rogues?" He asked him. Lancelot gazes at him while catching his breath. " They explode my Lord. We won. I knew Damian did the same. He was inside the tunnel with his packs and trapped Ramses and his packs. " he said with confidence. " But why he's still not here?" Lucian sa