Antichrist Damien Novels & Stories

“But not like this.” Not weak. Not broken. Not begging from a chair. His pride twisted with something deeper. Something fragile. “I won’t face her like this.” Silence then a hand tapped his shoulder lightly. Anton. “Boss.” Damian didn’t turn. “I know that look.” Damian let out a faint breath. “Do you.” Anton stepped around slightly, leaning against the side table with a small, knowing look. “You’re spiraling.” “I’m thinking.” “You’re insulting yourself.”

Alexandro responded. "Alright, Noted." Daniel bowed and turned to leave. Alexandro smiled as soon as Daniel left. He will have everything that belongs to him soon. Everything he wanted from Damien's father. Yes, he's greedy. He knows that and he doesn't care about that. He just wanna have everything to him self alone. Only him. ************************ Damien turned to his doctor and said, " Am i okay to go back home?" He asked Mrs Thompson. "No!" The woman replied sharply.

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

Anaya and Lucia were happy when they heard about Celestine's pregnancy and that their master had found her. Damien was restless. This matter was turning into another direction. A dark smile crept on his lips. Who was he? Damien Romano- the most ruthless and evil person in underworld and business world. For Celestine he had turned soft but it was time to show the real demon, sleeping inside him. He left his study and walked towards opposite direction which lead to the room where Athena was.

Chloe said, kissing him. Brian kissed her back, but he stopped kissing her when she began unbuttoning his shirt. "Don’t seduce me, you need to take your drugs" "I don’t want to" She whines, dancing on his lap and Brian laughed. ****** •LOUNGE, LATER THAT NIGHT• Damien sits with his friends in their private lounge. He has just two friends; Philip and vinson. They have been friends since childhood and they all have their own companies, but Damien is the richest one among his friends, cuz he is a billionaire.

Damien growled, his face contorted, and his canine protruded; his eyes flashed a dangerous reddish color. A pain-filled cry surrounded him, and his eyes narrowed as he glanced around to see everyone was on their knees. Except for Mark. No, he was using every of his strength to stop him from falling to his knees. Damien was freaking more than a hundred years old. He was an alpha, and he had commanded a response that everyone must obey. Mark believed the curse had intensified it as well. Damien frowned, his eyes shifted around the large gathering that had fallen to their knees.

'I don't deserve any friends,' she thought. "You don't have to be my friends out of pity," she said, airing her thoughts. “Me? Pity?” Damien laughed maniacally as if the idea were ludicrous. "If Adrian says you're cool we trust him." Most people were scared of Damien. Even Sienna avoided him because of his sharp, unfiltered wit. He was one of the few people who could outsmart her and make her look foolish in an argument. That… and people said he was the antichrist. There was certainly something odd about him—something that had attracted her Alpha werewolf stepbrother to the guy.

“After he turned me, Viktor didn’t just teach me to survive. He made me his companion, his enforcer, his son. For decades we ruled shadows together. I did things I’m not proud of — eliminated rivals, silenced threats, fed without mercy. I believed he was saving me from a meaningless mortal life.” Damien’s voice grew colder. “But he changed. The more power he gained, the crueler he became. He started enjoying breaking people. When I tried to stop him from destroying an entire village for sport, he nearly killed me. That’s when I left for Blackthorn University — to study a way to make our kind better.” He looked at both of them, pain raw in his eyes. “Tonight, when that echo of him appeared… p

"What was that? I was looking through your eyes, wasn't I? You were a Roman soldier, weren't you? That giant black wolf attacked you and you killed it. It infected you with something that turned you into this, didn't it?" Her voice was barely above a whisper; hoarse from her ragged breathing and the screams she hadn't heard ripping out of her throat. Damien nodded his head, not quite meeting her gaze. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out through his nose. He was relieved that his effort to keep the deeper emotions and the raw pain of his experiences from overwhelming her had succeeded. Still, he could tell she was drained from the experience. He needed to give her time to truly compre

Darrick is the alpha prince of our pack, the Maxim pack, my mate and the father of my three children. We have been through all sorts of huddles this past years, only for him to stab me in the back. This scene is unbarely agonizing, he used to be the only one who truly valued and respected me, despite knowing about my hybrid nature . He made me feel loved despise my deformity, I have hairy ears, chubby body and can't shift due to my vampire heritage. Darrick is a shell of what he once was. His face holds no expression as he shamelessly plants soft kisses on to her cheeks.