Damage Romane & Geschichten

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?

The force of the impact atomized the armor, the flesh, and the void energy instantly. The shockwave knocked the other Peacekeepers flat. Damian rested the Hammer on the ground. It sank a foot into the concrete. He looked at me. He grinned, his face streaked with soot. "Sorry I'm late," Damian rasped. "I had to take the stairs.

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

I had no answers for Malachi. I felt dizzy, nauseous and for a split-second fear had a tight grip on me. “When you use death magic it drains your life force, like I said earlier, stupid, stupid, stupid. You’re not even completely healed from the shooting and you go and jump into the marina!” Jessica said annoyed. “I don’t feel so good,” I said to Malachi.

I whimpered, sending those words and emotions through our bond and also to Dolf so he could communicate them to my mate. I didn’t know what I’d been expecting, but when Davien rolled onto his side, narrowly missing Damien’s hit by a second, I sighed in relief, clutching my chest as tears welled in my eyes. That fleeting moment of relief quickly dissolved when I realized Davien couldn’t move—his body battered with broken bones from the hard crash.

If Damian checked me now—if he saw the metal I’d deformed with two fingers while supposedly paralyzed—the Vane debt wouldn't save us. Damian walked toward the wall-com. It was a shattered ruin, wires hanging like viscera from the casing. He didn't ask questions. He didn't shout. He touched the jagged edge of the plastic, his thumb tracing the deep, impossible dent my grip had left. “Julian says it was the drills,” Damian said, his back to the room. “Marcus says it was a surge from the asset.” He turned around, the tablet’s glow reflecting in his eyes like cold moonlight.

When we hurried to the pack infirmary, I saw Damine slumped on a stone bench outside the treatment room. His black tactical vest was stained with large patches of darkened blood and grayish marks from silver toxin burns. His sweat-soaked black hair clung to his forehead. The light in his eyes was gone, filled with panic and helplessness. He was slumped forward, his back curved. I had never seen him look so broken. Sofia's friends immediately rushed forward to ask what happened.