Antichrist Damien Novels & Stories

“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

“My word. An Alpha's word is his bond. Choose wisely, for the path you tread now will shape not only your fate but the destiny of Nocturna.” “I won't betray my people for you, Damon. I am the High Priestess of the Moon Church, what do you think King Vincent will do to me when he finds out that you backstabbed him?” Damon snarls in response to her words. He seizes the bottle of wine Cleo is drinking and takes a gulp, attempting to quell his growing rage. His dark eyes intensify as he remarks, “What do you suppose Vincent will do when he discovers your hand in providing me information that led to his defeat in the last war? Cleo, you've already betrayed him.”

I rubbed my hands together looked at her straight in the eye, and noticed how puffy they were, maybe there was trouble in paradise after all. “I have some bad news for you this morning.” I began. She stopped what she was doing and looked at me. “What is it?” She asked. “Damien called in sick this morning.” “Oh? That is so terrible, what's wrong with him?” she seemed genuine enough. “Not sure yet. But I told him to go see a doctor and spend some time recuperating at home.” The lies were easier than I had thought. “I hope he gets better. So who's going to go with me to school, I have an early lecture this morning.” her brows creased in confusion.