Will Damien Darkblood Return Novels & Stories

The second the lock clicked, her hands started shaking. “Amelia—are you okay?” Valentina rushed over. “I’m fine,” Amelia said quickly, placing the gun on the table. “Call Alejandro. Tell him Damien came here.” Valentina nodded and reached for her phone immediately. Amelia walked to the window. Outside, a black car pulled away from the building. She watched it until it disappeared. “This isn’t over,” she whispered under her breath. BLACKWOOD MANOR – THAT NIGHT The front door opened hard. Damien walked in, his shirt stained with blood, his face pale as death. His shoulder throbbed. His pride hurt worse.

she added, quieter now. But even as she said it, the feeling wouldn’t settle. Hate was sharp. Clean. Certain. What sat in her chest instead was restless. Unfinished. Painfully human. Sera closed her eyes. Was it hate… or was it something far more dangerous to admit? .......................... Two nights later, Damian returned from the burial grounds with dirt still clinging to his boots and the taste of rain in his mouth. The sky had been heavy that night. Low. Pressing. Like it wanted to collapse with him.

--- That did it. Something inside Damien snapped. --- The air around him shifted. Violently. Not like Aria’s light. Not warm. Not golden. This was— Dark. Heavy. Crushing. --- Jay took a step back. “…okay, that’s new.” Liam didn’t move. But his voice dropped. “Damien.” No response. --- Damien’s eyes darkened. Not metaphorically. Literally. The color draining. Replaced by something deeper. Something ancient. ---

The admission settled over the room like a curse. Damien straightened, every inch of him radiating lethal resolve. “Prepare the warriors. Quietly. I want trackers on every border, spies in every rogue camp.” Kael’s eyes widened. “You mean to hunt her?” Damien’s smile was thin, unhinged. “No.” He leaned forward, palms braced on the table. “I mean to reclaim what is mine.” His wolf surged again, eager, violent. She will come back, it promised. By choice… or by blood.

He killed the engine, silence swallowing us whole. Damien leaned across the console, his face inches from mine, his voice rough enough to scrape bone. “If you give in to him, if you let that darkness in you won’t come back. I’ve seen it. I’ve lived it.” His breath brushed my lips, hot and furious, but beneath it all was something else. Want. And God help me, I wanted him too. But before the moment could snap, headlights flared behind us. Another car pulled up fast. Too fast.

The headlights of his car cut through the quiet darkness as he guided it forward, the night around him calm in a way that felt almost deceptive. He glanced at the screen, then answered. “Morgan.” There was a brief pause before the captain spoke. “Do you want to tell me something?” Morgan asked. Damien leaned back slightly in his seat, his tone calm and unreadable. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” he said. Then, after a small pause, he added, “But I was actually going to call you.” Morgan said nothing. “I know you’ve been waiting,” Damien continued. “But I don’t think you should. It’s disappointing I know, but I can’t help you on this. All my channels didn’t turn up anything.”

“Damien found the lead three days ago. He’s coming for you and the boy. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Now. Get out of the city if you can. Tonight.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “Why are you telling me this? You work for him.” A pause. “Because some debts are heavier than loyalty. Just go, Elara. Take the boy and move out. He won’t stop this time.” The line went dead. I stood frozen, research files glowing behind me. I had just finished the core protocol—the breakthrough that could save the Blackthorne bloodline or destroy it depending on who controlled it. And now Damien was coming.

Across Campus – The Nocturnal Biology Lab Damien Crowe stood in the dimly lit lab, surrounded by blood samples and glowing monitors. The 24-year-old graduate student and pure-blood vampire had been working late on his thesis about supernatural immune responses. His pale skin looked almost ghostly under the fluorescent lights, sharp cheekbones and crimson-flecked eyes giving him that dangerous elegance old bloodlines carried. His phone lit up with emergency alerts. Then the power flickered. A female scream tore through the hallway outside. Damien’s fangs lengthened instinctively. He moved like shadow, stepping into the corridor just in time to see a group of infected students — former classma

He still doesn’t look at me as he speaks. “Ex-member,” I mumble but not loud enough for anyone to hear. Damon stands to his feet and arches his head towards the door. Damian looks at Caspian with a confused look as he realizes what his brother meant. “We-we can’t leave her here. What if the Crimson blood pack returns?”

I stare right at her wondering why she is screaming but my body feels heavy and l fall to the ground with El already holding me, her hands filled with blood and I wonder whose blood is it. I scan the room looking at people's horrified faces that is when I see a man holding a smoking gun pointed at me. I had been shot, the blood that was on El's hands was mine. As if it was waiting for me to know what had happened to me, my eyes start getting heavy and the last person I see is her, screaming in her phone telling whoever is on the other side of the phone to hurry up tears flowing down her face. I hate that I always make her cry, is the last thought that enters my mind before all I see is black