Village Of The Damned Book Novels & Stories

Damien We approached the fishing village at dawn, our small party moving with the same careful, coordinated silence that had served us well during the fortress assault months earlier, and the scene that greeted us upon arrival stopped my heart with a dread I hadn't anticipated feeling this early into our mission. Smoke rose from several structures near the village's center, and the particular, acrid scent carrying on the morning air spoke unmistakably of recent violence. "We're too late," Selene whispered, horror plain in her voice.

The town was his for the taking. Kyle lifted his chin, listening, sensing, closing his eyes. He could sense Caitlin’s presence strongly in this city. And Caleb’s. Sam, he wasn’t so sure about, but he knew that at least the two of them were here. That was good. Now all he had to do was find them. He would come upon them by surprise, and, he imagined, kill them both quite easily. Paris was a much simpler place. There was no grand vampire Council, like in Rome, that he had to answer to. Even better, there was a strong evil coven here, led by Napoleon. And Napoleon owed him.

“The damned were a pack of people that made up a rather small town in the far East some 700 years ago. They were simple people who farmed and hunted for a living. They were so disconnected from the world that they gave naive a whole new meaning. They trusted too quickly and took people for face value. You could tell them you have never committed a crime before with blood on your hands and they would believe you. And that is how they became a town of refuge for so many murderers, thieves and monsters of every kind. The outside world changed the town's name from Serenity to the Damned Naive or the Damned for short. They were a total of 10,632 individuals women and children not included. So you

Eli's hand slipped lower, tracing lines of possession down Damien's trembling body. ‎ ‎Damien's legs shook. His lips parted in a breathless moan. ‎"You're ours now," Eli murmured, his voice dark and steady. ‎ ‎"And you'll beg for more," the stranger added, voice curling around Damien like smoke. He wrapped his hands around Damien's cock pumping him furiously while Eli prodded at his entrance. “You're not leaving this untouched, sweet boy… not until you're ruined.” ‎

Though they had managed to evade the main patrols, danger lurked with every step. "I don’t like this," Damien muttered. "It’s too quiet." "Stay focused," Luca ordered. "We’re close." Suddenly, they stumbled upon a clearing—a ruined village, the homes charred and broken. The scent of death lingered in the air. Eve swallowed hard as she stepped over the remains of a shattered door, her heart aching at the sight of the destruction. "What happened here?" she whispered. "This is what the Elders do," Luca said grimly. "They don’t just rule. They destroy."

Writing about a village she had found on a map that looked exactly the right size. I closed the journal. The city was doing the three in the morning thing outside, quieter than itself, the particular stillness that felt like the city was finally exhaling. "She was funny," I said quietly. "Yes," Damien said. Like he had been there for all of it. "She burned things in the kitchen too," I said. "Apparently it runs in the family." "I know," he said. "You do it at least twice a week." "I don't burn things," I said.

I turned, my silver eyes meeting his, the firelight casting stark shadows across his taut features. “I’m not standing here watching innocent people die,” I said, my voice low but unyielding, each word cutting through the roar of the blaze. Damon’s jaw clenched, his expression sour, but he didn’t argue. He fell into step beside me, his movements stiff from his injury, as we sprinted toward the chaos. The village was a nightmare of flames and shadow, cabins collapsing into glowing embers, pack members scrambling with buckets of water that did little against the inferno.

Damien drove the rogue down, one knee in its chest, claws at its throat. “Say another word to her,” he growled, “and I will remove your tongue.” The rogue smiled up at him. “You cannot stop a door once it knows her blood.” The journal fluttered in my hand. Pages snapping hard enough to sting. Words appeared. THE HOLLOW CALLS WHAT THE HOUSE WAKES. My mouth went dry. “Damien.” “I’m busy.” “The haunted book has an update.” “Not ideal timing.” “Shockingly, the book did not ask.”

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

Damon was obviously not coming back this night so it was safe to bring the book out. I covered myself with the blanket and spread out the book in front of me, quickly flipping the page to where I stopped. The cold ones. There was always a chill that went through me when I read it out loud but I brushed it off as always. I continued reading about the two sons that had been brought back to life, the more the villagers tried to get rid of them the more villagers died at every waking dawn. In a space of two months the entire village was dead but that was not the problem.