Antichrist Damien Novels & Stories

His voice was shaking with devilishness, making me shiver. "Why are you doing this, Damien? I am already following your orders," I cried. "Not the way I want!" He replied What else does he want? The only thing that was remaining was to ask him if I could breathe or not. "I want to break your spirit so that you can never think about going against me," he said dangerously in my ear. "Do you think I am a fool?" He moved around the gun we were holding and placed it on my temple. It relieved me to know that, finally, my brother was not the target. I would be more than happy if he just pulled the trigger and killed me.

Don't judge, don't judge, you've got no right to judge " Something bothering you?" " Jesus Christ! What the hell?!" " Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just saw you standing here alone and I thought I'd come say hi " He stretched out a hand to her " My name is Damien " " I don't really care. I don't know why you keep appearing out of God damn nowhere "

Only one person addresses him that way and even if he was on his deathbed and he heard this voice, he would still recognize it. A huge frown suddenly settled on Damien 's face and he sharply turned around. There he was, the big and confident Williams, who had his hands crossed against his chest and a huge and disgusting smirk plastered on his face. "What do you want, Williams?" Immediately Damien said that, Williams suddenly bursted into a malicious laughter. Alex and Tobias quickly exchanged a look and they looked back at the dramatic Williams, who was busy putting on a show right before them. Damien walked towards him and he stopped just when he was a few feet away from him. Williams did t

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

The kind of presence that made the air feel smaller. Not Andrew. But the relief curdled in my veins the moment I saw his face. I knew him. And somehow… that made my blood run colder. With Andrew, I could play the part…cry, plead, twist the story until he loosened his grip. I knew his weaknesses. But this man? This Damien guy? He didn’t look like the kind you could bargain with. He looked like the devil dressed in human skin… the kind that didn’t just take souls…he kept them.

Damien had no respect for me whatsoever, I remember when he called and texted all day long now he didn't even have the guts to face me in person. Spending his hours wrapped in Belinda. I cringed at the thought of them getting intimate in bed. After everything, the promises, the kisses, the gifts, why go so far if it was only to pretend? Was he trying to pay me off as the mother of his child or a whore who was able to conceive? It made no sense why go through all this, why! For what reason? Announcing his annulment to the lycanthrope council, openly claiming his love for me.

"My brother believed love could civilize power, that was Anton's flaw. He collected damaged creatures and convinced himself that protection made him moral. Rian, Ilyana, even Eli, for a time.” Damien emerged on my other side. "But he was still not better than me. Anton controlled through care while I control through honesty." "There is nothing honest about this." "On the contrary." Damien leaned slightly closer. "This room is the most honest place you have ever entered. No council performance, no household tenderness, no mate pretending anything, no father's legacy. Here, power admits what it is." I whinced in pain as the restraints dug deep into my wrist,

he said a bit guarded. “Calvin, I’ll just be frank with you, the Oracles have already denied her killing as unjustified to all the Councils,” I said. “What gave you the idea that I would want her dead?” he asked me. “She writes about wolf packs, there have already been two attempts at contact that has been dealt with,” I said. “Damon, let me be frank with you now, I don’t want her dead, I intend to take her as my bonded half,” he said.

“So Damien wasn’t only a few outcasts seeking to take down the Graysons. He changed into a part of the machine.” Alex nodded. “Exactly. And while my father reduced him off— while he stopped paying him—Damien came towards us. Everything he’s performed given that then has been approximately revenge, now no longer justice.” I felt my belly churn as I absorbed Alex’s phrases. Damien had positioned himself as a whistleblower, a person preventing the truth. But if what Alex changed into announcing changed into true, then Damien changed into simply as corrupt because of the own circle of relatives he claimed to hate. The Final Puzzle Piece

"She is the most dangerous kind of person, the kind who is genuinely good at what she does and genuinely means it. If you go into this treating her like a piece on a board…" "I'm not," Damien said. "Then what are you doing?" He didn't answer immediately. He crossed to the desk. Sat down. Opened his laptop and the file he had opened more times than he would ever admit to anyone. Old photographs. Financial records. His father's name threaded through everything like a wound that wouldn't close. And at the bottom of the folder, a subfolder he had never shown anyone. Labelled with a single initial. A. Three years of careful quiet watching. A woman on the other side of a charity event room laughin