Voyage Of The Damned Book Novels & Stories

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But Damien just smiled. "Miss Vale, we're all adults here. Everyone has their own moral boundaries. I don't care who Serena has feelings for in her heart. Since she married me, she's my wife. As long as I don't see her doing anything inappropriate with my own eyes, I choose to trust her. Besides, we're all adults and having someone in your heart is quite normal, isn't it? Like you, Miss Vame, haven't you ever had feelings for someone else? It's the same thing. Women like looking at men and men like looking at women. As long as it doesn't cross the moral line, I'm fine with it..." Katrina couldn't believe it. Damien actually talked about having moral boundaries, could someone who often fooled

In the depths of its basement, where sunlight never penetrated even at noon, Evangeline had created her temporary court. Damien knelt before her in the darkness, his head bowed in submission that would have been impossible just days ago. The blood of seven townspeople coursed through his system, each death adding another layer of intoxication that made rational thought increasingly difficult to maintain. The creature that had consumed his conscience purred with satisfaction at the memory of their fear, their desperate attempts to flee, the exquisite moment when hope died in their eyes.

"Yes, I was blind and deaf. I regret it… Help me. I'll spend the rest of my life making up for what I did." Elijah stayed silent for so long that Theodore assumed he wouldn't reply. Eventually, Elijah turned away. "We'll talk later. Get some sleep first." After the door closed, Theodore tossed and turned in bed. The patterns on the ceiling twisted under the influence of the liquor, transforming into the entangled figures of Calista and Sebastian. He sat up abruptly, suddenly noticing a burnt smell. Smoke seeped in through the door crack as frantic footsteps and screams erupted outside. "Fire! Run!" someone shouted.

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

From within its center, two faint red eyes opened. You are not the first. I stumbled back. You are not the last. The whisper wasn’t heard with ears. It was felt, deep inside, pressing into my chest like a weight. “Run!” Damien’s voice finally echoed from the dark. But none of us moved. The shadow surged forward—not to attack, but to the pedestal. In one motion, it consumed the book. The leather burned in an instant, curling into ash. I screamed. “No!” But the book was gone. Everything we had just learned. Everything we could have used.

Esma’s pov Damien… I have heard that name before. But where? As if the word made its image in my mind, I find myself remembering in an instant and my eyes widened. I read his name in the book. That old book, what was its name? how to summon gods. he was the author of that book. He is a fucking god? And thanks to him I was able to summon Moona that time. And he was a fucking god of chaos? Seriously. He sounds more of a hotshot like Hecate and Moona if not less.

FIND OUT IN THE BOOK 2" THE END?... TO BE CONTINUED! ___&&____ Insights from Book 2 Title: Tinted to the Sniper's Dons Daisy Vipers, the offspring of Lilith and Thierry Vipers, is a 22-year-old businesswoman in the city and a secret assassin known and feared in mob society. She has everything a good life could offer, but she lacks true love.

“The abyss was just a vessel, a conduit for something much older, something far more dangerous. And now it’s free.” The words sent a shiver through the group. Miriam, still shaken from her own ordeal, moved closer to Clara, her voice trembling. “What have we unleashed?” “I don’t know,” Clara admitted, her voice softening to its normal tone. “But it’s coming. And it’s using me as its anchor.”

And as sirens screamed closer, Damien’s cries echoed through the cathedral, a man broken, holding the woman who had given him love, hope, and life itself, now slipping through his arms. Funny how i told you about my death, but never told you how i wrote this book.