Damian Blackwell battles a secret war against Seraphine Khan, who plans to revive an ancient power called The Crimson Flame. The Flame, if controlled, can grant unimaginable psychic abilities, allowing the wielder to dominate the world. Damian must protect the fragments of the Flame scattered across the globe while grappling with his own dark impulses and the cost of his actions. Damien uncovers shocking truths about his own past, including his connection to Seraphine. Damien encounters a journalist who seems to always get in trouble in the middle of a battle, he protects her, but finds a very vital connection between her and the war at hand. Does he chose his mission or his heart? Follow the story of Damien Blackwell as he moves in shadows.
The dim glow of moonlight seeped through cracks in the high-security facility's skylight, casting fragmented patterns on the cold, metallic floors. Havenfall's outskirts were rarely quiet, but tonight was different. A chilling silence cloaked the facility, broken only by the occasional hum of surveillance drones.
Damian Blackwell crouched on the roof, his black trench coat blending seamlessly with the shadows. His breathing was steady, his eyes locked on the guards below. Years of experience had honed his abilities, but tonight felt different.
He adjusted the communicator in his ear. "Victor, I'm in position. Status?"
Victor Reyes, his tech-savvy ally, replied with his usual calm. "You've got a three-minute window before the security system resets. Don't get cocky."
"Cocky isn't my style," Damian murmured before slipping through the vent.
Inside, the facility was a maze of corridors and reinforced doors. Damian moved with practiced ease, his senses heightened. He wasn't just a man- he was a shadow, an entity that thrived in the absence of light.
The artifact lay in a sealed chamber at the heart of the building. It wasn't the first time Damian had dealt with stolen relics, but this one was different. Whispers of its connection to the Crimson Flame-a source of immense power-had reached him through the underground networks.
As he approached the chamber, a figure emerged from the shadows.
"Damian Blackwell," the rogue agent said, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're predictable."
Damian's fists clenched. "You should know better than to try and and stop me, Langston."
Langston chuckled, his hand resting on the holster at his side. "You have no idea what you're meddling with. The Eternal Order is far beyond your understanding."
"Then enlighten me," Damian shot back, his voice icy.
Langston didn't answer. Instead, he lunged, and the two men clashed in a brutal fight. Damian's combat skills were unmatched, but Langston fought like a man with nothing to lose. Damien shadowed himself in, clouding Langston's vision.
"Too scared to face me like a man? What, where are you? Langston turned left and right frantically, throwing punches in the air and hitting nothing.
Langston felt a jab on his left ribcage, then another on his jaw, sending him into a spiral. A kick sent him flying and landing on his back. Quickly, he stood up to find a revel light and flashed it, he saw no one but a shadow . He quickly pulled out his gun and aimed, but before he could fire, in a swift move, the shadow swept it's leg across the floor, tripping Langston.
The fight ended with Langston pinned to the ground, blood trickling from his lips.
"You think this is over?" Langston rasped. "The storm is coming, Blackwell. You can't stop it."
Before Damian could press for answers, Langston bit down on something hidden in his mouth. His body convulsed, and he went still, a faint smile frozen on his face.
Damian muttered a curse under his breath. He didn't have time to dwell on Langston's cryptic warning. The artifact was still in play.
Inside the chamber, the artifact rested on a pedestal, its surface glowing faintly red. Damian hesitated for a moment, sensing the energy emanating from it. It wasn't just an object-it was alive, pulsating with an otherworldly force.
He carefully secured it in a reinforced case and tapped his communicator. "Victor, I've got it. Heading out now."
Victor's voice came through, tense. "You've got company, Damian. Heat signatures heading your way."
Damian smirked. "They'll have to catch me first."
The escape was a blur of motion. Guards flooded the corridors, but Damian was always a step ahead. By the time reinforcements arrived, he was gone, the artifact safely in his possession.
As he stood on a rooftop overlooking the facility, Damian opened the case and stared at the artifact. Embedded within it was a fragment of the Crimson Flame, glowing ominously.
A chill ran down his spine as Langston's words echoed in his mind. The storm is coming.
The fragment began to hum softly, as if responding to his presence, and a faint voice whispered in his mind: You are not prepared.
Damien hurriedly and carefully descended from the rooftop and briskly walked to his harley three blocks down.
At nineteen, Arima is known for her kindness, obedience, and stubbornness. Always following her parents' instructions, she leads a life filled with routine and responsibility. But a chance encounter with an elderly woman in distress changes everything. Arima's act of compassion leads to an offer she cannot refuse: a choice between true love and a life of wealth and power. However, true love comes with a dark curse—if Arima ever confesses her love, her lover will face a tragic fate. As years pass, Arima becomes a successful and wealthy accountant, turning down countless suitors who seek her for the wrong reasons. Her heart remains untouched until she meets Jim, a kind and genuine man who breaks through her guarded exterior. Their love grows despite the obstacles, but Arima’s fear of the curse looms over their relationship. With powerful enemies, jealous rivals, and the weight of an ancient curse threatening to tear them apart, Arima and Jim must navigate a treacherous path. Will Arima find the strength to protect her love, or will the curse claim its victim? " Arima's Choice: The Cursed Love" is a tale of romance, sacrifice, and the enduring power of true love against all odds.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!