روايات وقصص ضمن Who Was Damien Darkblood Talking About

He leaned down, brushing a kiss against Amelia’s temple slow, deliberate, a claim made in front of everyone. Damien’s hand clenched so hard around his glass that the handle nearly snapped. He thinks he owns her? Damien’s jaw locked, fury tightening every muscle. Not while I’m still breathing. The mic cracked interrupting Damien from his thoughts now Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the evening’s brief speech. Please welcome Damien Blackwood.” A round of applause followed, polite but restrained. People were curious, waiting to see how the man whose wife rotted in prison would spin his image tonight.

Confused. DarkVeil: Confused about what? LyraNight: Everything. Last night was... intense. DarkVeil: With Damien? A long pause. LyraNight: How did you know? DarkVeil: You always tell me about him. I assumed something happened. LyraNight: Something happened. Multiple somethings. I can barely walk this morning. Damien smiled darkly. DarkVeil: Tell me. LyraNight: I can't. It's too much to type. Too overwhelming.

“I need to talk to you.” “No,” I snapped, throwing the blankets off me. “You need to leave. Now.” “Aurora, listen to me—” “No!” I said again, cutting him off. “Do you have any idea what will happen if Ethan finds you here? He’ll kill you, Damian. And probably me too!” “I don’t care,” Damian said, his voice steady. “I’ve uncovered something about Ethan, and you need to know.” “I already know,” I said, my voice shaking. “He’s a vampire, okay? I know. Now get out.”

Damien waited by the garden wall, arms crossed, his motorcycle helmet dangling from one hand. “Did you know someone used to watch me sleep?” she asked without preamble. He raised a brow. “I was hoping we’d start with hello.” “I’m serious.” “So am I.” She hesitated—then handed him her phone, thumb resting on the screen. “Recognize the username?” His gaze flicked to it. Seraphim28. He frowned. “That’s… old.” “You’ve seen it before?” “Yeah. Once. On a burner post in a dark forum. One that linked to a hidden blog. Obsessed with domination theory, surveillance culture, behavioral rewiring.”

But from what? Damien collapsed onto one of the chairs by the small fireplace, his breath shallow as he pressed a hand to his side. “We need to patch you up,” I said urgently, my heart clenched at the sight of him bleeding. “It’s fine,” Damien muttered, waving me off. “I’ll be fine. We need to talk about what’s going on here.” I turned back to Luca, my eyes narrowing. “You haven’t told us everything. What the hell is going on, Luca? Why are those creatures after me?”

I flinched. But even as I wanted to argue, Theo’s face—the tight jaw, the way his fists trembled—came back sharper than any words I could form. “I…” My throat locked. Damien’s smirk curved. “Exactly.” His hand tilted my chin up, forcing my gaze to his. “Stop torturing yourself with fantasies of knights. They’ll never survive in the dark. But I…” His voice dropped lower, dangerous. “I am the dark. And I’ll make sure no one can take you from me.”

There was nothing he could see, everything was just a very dark shadow. [You sure are a mess.] A voice echoed in the pitch-black room. Damien looked around in all directions, but all he saw was darkness. There's nothing there. "Who are you?" Damien asked the shadows around him, although he couldn't see anyone, Damien knew that someone was there talking to him. [I didn't think that the disgusting power of the Dracula race could be possessed by someone who was once a human like you.]

*Plus you have the old wizard, who knows too much* Damon snarled in an Oblivious Drake direction, showing his red eyes through Damien's own blue one. Damien decided to break out of the mate conversation going on in his head. "Aren't you bored of that?" He sneered in his friend's direction. "Actually I enjoy seeing you drink yourself up. Aren't you bored just fucking around? You complian about getting bored of females. You cannot get bored of your mate" Drake told him. Damien couldn't fight the dark look on his face at the mention of mate. "I do not have a mate! What do thy think I do about that?"

Liam asked, his voice tinged with suspicion. Damien's expression darkened, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of the fierce, predatory nature that lurked beneath the surface. "I'll be the one to sever the necromancer's connection to the undead," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And I'll need to get close to do it." The implication was clear, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Damien's plan was risky, perhaps even suicidal, and the thought of him putting himself in such grave danger made my heart ache.

“You see, people talk. And I hear things. Like how Damian’s been keeping secrets again. Dangerous ones.” Elena’s blood chilled. Vivienne leaned in, lowering her voice. “You might think you’ve tamed him, dear, but Damian Cross was born in darkness. And the deeper you fall, the less likely you are to crawl back out.” The words slithered into her chest like poison. Later that evening, Damian arrived home late, rain clinging to his suit. He looked exhausted, haunted. Elena stood in the living room, waiting. “We need to talk,” she said.