Damage Romane & Geschichten

Damian was forced to sit that one out cuz his foot got injured pretty badly in defence training against the silver weapons; a silver spear was thrown at him and in an attempt to do a roundhouse kick to interject its course and smash it to the ground, he misjudged his initial position and the spear sliced through his foot like a knife through butter. Being triangular, it tore through several tendons and fractured at least five bones on its way through Damian’s foot, while silver made his werewolf healing slow down considerably. Suddenly, he had felt very human and even though he normally liked those weird creatures, their slow healing abilities always made him anxious. It was millimetres and

Weapons whizzed through the air like red-winged birds. I hardly heard any of it over the sound of Grace’s cries. “DAMON!” I had hit the wrong mark. Dammit, I had hit the wrong fucking mark! Damon, kneeling on the floor between Andrei and Grace, began to waver—then, he pitched forward. Andrei caught him, lowering him onto his back. Damon’s body twitched, convulsed as the ruby pulsed in his chest. It was deep. Too deep. I had hit the wrong fucking mark!

Nothing. *******

My frown deepened as I studied him from head to toe. “Look at you. You’re hurt,” I said softly, unable to mask the worry in my voice. “Can we do something to heal your wounds?” Damien shrugged, his expression unreadable. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “But I’m sure these wounds will pass.” As if to emphasize his point—or perhaps contradict it—he suddenly collapsed onto the cold ground. My breath hitched as I watched his eyes flutter closed. “Damn,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “My job is getting harder now for some reason.”

He felt proud that he was the cause of that hardness. There was this one shy boy he dated in high school, Callum. With a petite figure, light skin and cute dimples. Yes, dimples are one of his weaknesses. They had to break up when Callum needed to go to London. He never saw him after that. It was his first and last physical experience with a male.

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I opened my bedroom door to see Damien laying in the bed waiting for me. "Bae, can we just talk." "Talk about what! How you keep lying? How i keep letting you fuck up over and over again. Or maybe let you feed me the same bullshit you been doing like saying you change and I'm all you want and need. Tell me Damien, what the fuck do we need to talk about! Because i want to know too! You can sleep her tonight but in the morning take your shit and go back to your own apartment! I'll deal with your shit later but tonight i just wanna sleep!"

I wouldn't even be able to see Alex ever again or show my face to his family so yes, I am proud of myself. "Peace, I finally called out. Can we live here forever, just you and I, away from the world and its problem?" "By that, if what you meant is you want to die here, then trust me, I will handle your funeral perfectly. Now get up and let's get going." "Ugh! I hate you." "Yeah, whatever makes you sleep at night." Peace drags my ass into the car as she drives us back home. "Do you have to be so bitter?

She looked down at Bima’s bleeding leg. "This is bad, Bima. We need to find a safe place immediately." Bima nodded, his face deathly pale. The pain was truly unbearable. He gripped his Indomie tightly; the wrapper was now slightly torn. [Warning! Your Indomie has sustained 'Moderate Damage'! Risk of 'Flavor Debuff' has increased (10%)!] [Warning! The wound on your left leg is worsening! Risk of 'Infection' has increased (50%)!]