The Damelios Novels & Stories

I was relieved none of my battalion made a match, to rip that new bond apart would be brutal. He stood panting as I read how Helena had made the move to declare war via ripping Beta Patrick’s eye out. I was shocked, but I wasn’t against the move. It's unhealable too, it used to mean someone who abused women. It’s still the sign of a criminal today. He took the vials of all those stolen wolves. He's guilty as sin and I'll happy rake his other eye when I get chance. Sadly, Maddox’s arrival meant whirling Matilda around was finished as I gave my first mind-link as Battalion leader. The twelve men I selected slinked away from the dancing to find their families and say quick goodbyes.

Not to mention the fact that if I understood my brother's note correctly, he may know something about, or even be an accomplice to, Axel's abuse. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Amaris," the Alpha says, grinning at me. Then, his eyes go to his son. At Kenton's nod, he turns to the people of his pack. I Look from the two men before me, then turn my attention to the men and women who are standing before the three of us, trepidation creeping in as I watch them lower their heads at the three of us as if I'm someone important to them along with the two men standing next to me. "Everyone, I would like to introduce to you Kenton's mate and the future Luna of our pack, Amaris Redding."

"Look at their new Senior Counsel. Damaris Sterling. My investigator ran a deep-background trace on her. On paper, she’s clean. But if you look back to her college years—specifically her connection to Xavier’s right-hand man, Isaiah Cole—there’s a massive, glaring red flag. A sealed, high-level cyber-offense that was completely wiped from the databases. She used her elite hacking skills to bury a major financial cover-up to protect her family. If that file is unsealed, she’s looking at twenty years in a federal penitentiary." Pendleton’s eyes narrowed slightly, a spark of genuine interest finally lighting up his cold gaze. "Damaris Sterling... she’s the chief architect of their digital vault

To protect him. Her fingers clenched the rosary she’d stolen from her father’s study, though she hadn’t prayed in years. She whispered anyway: Please… don’t let him fall tonight. The cathedral doors groaned open. Damian entered like a storm given flesh. His presence filled the chamber before he even spoke, his black coat dripping with rain, his gaze cutting through the shadows. Every elder stiffened. Every rival measured their chances and faltered. Isabella’s lips curved in triumph, though her fingers twitched against her skirt.

Alessio tightened his grip on the Oath Blade. “What are you?” Damien’s smile widened. “I am…” He took one slow step forward. “…the future your father was too afraid to accept.” He opened his gloved hand. Resting in his palm… Was a faded family photograph. Vittorio. Leonardo. Little Alessio. And standing beside them… Smiling as though he belonged there… Was Damien. Not as an enemy. As family. Alessio’s breathing stopped. Leonardo stared at the photograph in disbelief.

“I want us to tailer her. Talking on the phone will soon not be enough, she will want to meet him.” “But what about her bodyguard, if what you saying is true, I don't think she would want to risk being exposed like that, knowing full well that he will tell you.” “Damien he will be on sick leave as of tomorrow.” “Sounds like a plan. but are you sure about this?” “It's the only way to find out the truth. I don't like it but, it needs to be done.” I got up and stood by the window looking out. “Like I said, it could mean nothing.”

“Yes. Him. And his dogs. Luka. Paulo. All of them.” He sat down slowly, trying to process. “Damien… why would a Favino touch you?” Damien’s jaw tightened. “Because he knows. He knows everything.” Daniel’s eyes widened. “Everything… what did you do?” Damien lifted his head, eyes red, wild, full of rage and humiliation. “What I always do, Daniel,” he hissed. “I went after what was mine.” Daniel’s throat tightened. “Amelia?” Damien slammed his fist against the couch, groaning from the pain. “She was supposed to marry ME. ME!” His voice cracked. “Not Alejandro. Not Miguel. Not anyone else!”

Damiel, standing on seven feet, looks even taller today, his eyebrows naturally carved, damn, this man should be given a muzzle with how huge he is, he even towers over the priest at his own wedding. My husband to be looks tailored into his suit, this man is hot. He looks like someone who would rail you in bed for two days straight without getting tired. Hailey and Dailey beliefs not mine. He looks exactly like those forbidden angels that were thrown out of heaven. too beautiful for the eyes and dangerous enough to blind the eyes. Dailey’s word not mine. His chiseled face remains stoic while his full lips look too sweet to even be on him. Damiel voldov is an entity. An Enigma. a man god whil

Mason growled so deep I felt my heart vibrate. “ What did we agree about that nasty bloodlust of yours huh???? ” She replied with a life threatening smile as she grabbed his ears tighter. “ Let go ” Mason whispered . “ Behave ” Carmel snapped “ Whatever ” “ Seems like he has a fear ” Damien chuckled as soon as Carmel let go and the bloodlust vanished completely. “ Who is this lesser one ??” Carmel said as she turned to Damien with her cheerful smile completely absent from her beautiful face. “ Damien Klaus of the Ember Den” Damien replied with an air of pride as he expected her to recognize his pack name at least.

The Chaos Sacred Lotus was especially alluring to the Quasi Acmeans, who could potentially reach the Acme Rank. This was a gathering of Quasi Acmeans, and everyone on the Chaos Gold Ranking was of particular interest to the public. Outside Doom City, a man and a woman walked in. The man was handsome-looking, and the woman was stunningly beautiful. They seemed to be a match made in heaven. “Wyot Dalibor has arrived.” “The woman beside him must be the owner of Mount Doom.” “Her name is Yemima Dalibor. Though she’s a woman, she has immense potential. I hear that she’s already an Acmean.”