Who Was Damien Darkblood Talking About Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I think I already told y-“ “Yeah, yeah! You told me about some Elder council and their death squad shit,” I waved my hand in front of my face to dismiss his words. “Mind telling me who the fuck these people are, and if they’re so dangerous, why are we going in search of Trisha and Neema again?” Damien gave me a long hard look, his emerald green eyes seemed to absorb the light from the setting sun; and then he sighed and looked ahead. “Alpha Lucas, you don’t seem like a man who’s in a habit of repeating themselves.”

But Damien's eyes were fixed on me, ready for the moment when I would give up. Damien's voice was like a bullet wrapped in silk. "Olders, maybe you shouldn't be afraid of weakness but of danger." People looked at him. His smile looked almost like a snake because of the way the lights cast shadows on his face. "Do you know what happens when a wolf carries... blood that isn't allowed?" Sometimes... it's not just them. It can sometimes poison the line for good. There were low whispers in the room. My nails went through my hand.

they called him — the god who would burn away the old world and rebuild it in ash. But I’d seen what gods looked like up close. They bled like anyone else. And when they died, they screamed like men. AMARA By the fifth day, I couldn’t take the silence anymore. I went down to the crypt beneath the villa — the same one where I’d first found my mother’s ashes, the same one where I’d promised I’d never kneel again. The candles flickered, throwing shadows across the stone. And there he was. Damien. Or what was left of him.

He had seen. He stood in the doorway, expression unreadable. His eyes flicked from my tear-streaked face to the USB drive still plugged into my laptop. “You watched it,” he said quietly. I couldn’t speak. My throat was tight with betrayal and fear. Damien stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He moved slowly, like approaching a wounded animal. When he reached the bed, he sat on the edge and looked at me. “Ask me,” he said. I wiped my tears angrily. “Is it true? Did you really destroy all those people? Blackmail them? Use women and throw them away like trash?”

He have seen humans being slave for money in hundred years, it’s getting annoying for him. “What would I do if the people who killed them belonged in that organization? They are for sure, huge personalities. It would be near impossible then…” Chris trailed off. “Are you underestimating me?” Damien answered with a straight face, “I never failed before, if you’re going to ask.” Chris didn’t answer, he doesn’t know if he should believe Damien.

Just four words that turned my blood to ice: “We need to talk.” And beneath it— Damien’s initials.

The warlock shrieked behind him, and Damien was startled by how close the man had gotten to him, without him even knowing. “Ameris? The ancient witch?” Dan spoke up boldly, scoffing at the mere thought. “There is no Ameris here, now go away. And you,” he turned to Damien. “I can’t believe that you’re pussy enough to get help from a warlock. It means that you were too intimidated by us, huh?” He mocked, but Damien ignored him. He would be dead soon, so there was no point in bantering with a walking dead person. Instead, his eyes were trained on the woman cowering beside Dan in his presence. From the looks alone, Damien had deduced that she was Cassandra’s mother already.

I want to know why—why after all these years, after everything, I am still bound to you? Damien raked his hand through his thick, unruly hair, looking like he wanted to tear at it. His silence was deafening, the pause stretching out so long I thought he wasn’t going to answer me at all. But then, finally, he spoke, his voice low, almost as if he was talking more to himself than to me. “I think… it happened because of the dark magic that was sent toward you.” I blinked, confusion mixing with the simmering anger inside me. Dark magic? What was he talking about?

“I don’t know if you’ll become immortal after… but we’ll figure it out. Just don’t choose death. Stay with me.” “I spoke to Lucy… before I passed out,” I said. His eyes flashed red for a second. I continued, “She said Leif wants to mark me—to drive you insane. To push you into a rogue state.” Damien’s whole body tensed, and suddenly the room grew heavier—his aura darkening, power rolling off him in waves. I struggled to breathe. “Next time I see that rat, I’ll kill him. I’ll rip out his tongue and break every tooth in his skull—”