Blessing of Luna (Wolfgods Book 1) Blaise Ramsay (websites to read books for free .TXT) 📖

Damien didn't like the idea of doing nothing but he didn't know what he could do. His phone vibrated in his pocket showing his father on the screen. He stood up to go take the call, excusing himself.

When he didn't return for a while, Jill began getting nervous.

Kain watched the tent door until Damien walked back in, the color of his face gone. He leaned into Jill's ear, telling her his dad had called. He had to get home but she shouldn’t worry.

Lune's eyes met Jill's as Damien grabbed his coat to head out to his motorcycle. A look towards Kain had both Lune and Jill rising to go follow him.  The clear look of stress on his face combined with the suddenness of his departure raised some red flags.

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Damien pulled up to his house, shutting off his motorcycle.

Taking of his helmet, he teeth clenched in frustration. His chest felt heavy as he unlocked the front door to his house, sighing at the fact he'd lied to Jill.

Hesitantly he pushed the door open. He set his jacket and keys down on the table in the foyer. His head lowered as he walked into the living room.

“So obedient when you don't have your little hound on your heels, aren't you?” Stoker sat in Charlie's favorite chair by the fireplace. His chin resting against his clasped hands. His legs were crossed, sitting like the vampire nobility he represented.

“I did what you wanted. I came alone. Where’s my dad?” Damien tried to hide the trembling in his muscles as Stoker rose from the chair.

“He's in the basement. Oh, and don't worry, he's still human. You and I have a lot of catching up to do, don't we? The night is young. I'll have all the time I need to make up for the insult you've shown me.” Stoker's hand landed hard across Damien's face, knocking him to the floor.

Damien shook his head against the dizziness, raising up to his hands and knees only to have Stoker slam his head to the floor.

“Only this time, you won't be healing from any of your wounds. Of that you can be assured.” Stoker spoke low and angry.

Despite their clear difference in power, Damien had to chuckle. He could hear the small pops and smell the putrid scent of burning flesh.

“Find something about your imminent death funny, Pierce?”

“Not really. Just the fact that you seem on fire. I'm taking it my dad didn't invite you in?”

Stoker grabbed Damien by the throat, raising him off of the ground. “Oh, it stings. It stings like hell but it's worth paying you back for burning my face. Those wounds took me killing a couple of humans to heal.”

Stoker dropped Damien back to the floor, crushing his knee under his foot. Damien fought hard to avoid giving Stoker the satisfaction of hearing him cry out in pain. He hissed through his teeth, the pain excruciating.

“Impressive. A human would have wailed in pain from having their knee crushed.”

Damien rolled over to his side, sarcastically speaking. “Wow Stoker, that’s twice you’ve complemented me. One may start to wonder if you’re actually beginning to like me.”

Stoker growled, kicking Damien in the ribs. “Let’s get something straight, I hate you, Pierce.” He grabbed him by his collar, dragging him into the kitchen.

“You’ve taken everything from me. You about got me thrown out of my own coven.” He threw Damien against the oven and put his foot on Damien's hurt knee to keep him in place.

Damien tried to breath against the agony in his knee. “Last I checked, I’m not the one who ran headfirst into your fist. Oh and the tree branch you tried to skewer me with, that was on you too.”

Stoker rested his hands on the island. “You actually think you’re funny, don’t you?” He rummaged through the drawer of knives Charlie used. “These will do.” Stoker said as put two large steak knives in his pocket.

Seeing the knives, Damien felt a knot in his gut. “Yeah, well, you know. Imminent death and all, might as well enjoy some humor.”

Taking a hold of Damien, Stoker pulled him out behind the house. In one fluid motion, he hurled him out into the yard.

Damien landed with a sickening crunch against the fallen branches and leaves. A groan rose in his throat as he rolled over onto his back on the ground. The pain in his knee killing him.

Stoker stood over him, glaring. “It’s apparent to me that you need to be reminded of just how weak you are, Pierce. Your dog was a fool not to turn you. Who knows? You may have stood a chance against me if she had.”

“You’re a real dick, you know that Cromwell? Bit of a pussy too.”

Stoker smirked, seizing Damien and forcing him to his feet. He shoved him so hard against the faded blue siding of the house, it caved and splintered.

Damien's nerves were on such high alert he felt nauseated.

Stoker raised one of his arms above his head. “So I’ve been told but really it doesn’t mean much coming from someone who hides in a pack of wolves for safety.”

The sudden sharp cold of metal through his hand made Damien yell out in pain. The warmth of his blood trickled down his bare arm making him shiver against the cold of the wind.

Stoker took Damien’s jaw in his hand. “That cry of pain is so much better than the arrogance. Let me hear it again, won't you?”

He repeated the action with Damien's other hand, ramming the knife through the flesh and bone to the handle.

Damien's breath grew heavy as his blood dripped down his arms.

“There, see. Is it so hard to respect someone more powerful than you? After all, you're still only human. You’re weak and vulnerable. I