Antichrist Damien Novels & Stories

"You've gone too far, Carla. Does someone's future and dreams mean so little to you? Did you sabotage Heidi just because I gave you a little teaching? "We grew up together. Was it really necessary to go this far?" I shot him a cold look. If there was one person in this world who had no right to preach about going too far, it was Damian. Hadn't he gone too far by abandoning his bride on their wedding night to flee to the frontier with his mistress? Hadn't he gone too far by faking his death and tricking me into caring for his parents for the rest of my life? Hadn't he gone too far to visit my grave for the first time, 40 years after I died, just to beg me to stop haunting them?

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

I wagged my finger at their faces, taunting them. “I want the both of you to see this,” I said looking at the two brothers. The Salazar brothers are known on the black market for having ruthless hearts. I'm just not sure if they could still stay indifferent when they see the people they care for slowly die in an excruciating death. I flashed them a smile as I walk around the table and spotted the pliers on the toolbox. Perfect. “Antonio, how much do you love your nails?” He opened his mouth then close it, then open them again.

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

"Go ahead. It won't stop the ritual. It's already locked onto the baby. The only way to stop it now is to complete it or kill the mother." I felt it then. The truth hitting me like a tornado. The ritual would keep pulling until either it got what it wanted or I died. Those were the only two options. "There's always a third option," Dante said suddenly, moving forward. "There's always a way to break a ritual if you know what you're doing." "And you know what you're doing?" Malachar asked skeptically. "My sister was killed by suicide, her own suicide," Dante said, his voice tight. "I spent years learning how to counter it. How to reverse everything. How to—"

Michael had sworn to protect his son with his life as so did Mephistopheles. Fast forward to a decade later, the might of the Archangel was tested. Six beings had stepped forth from the heavens seeking the “abomination” that was born. “Give us the child or suffer the consequences.” One of them spoke. “Never.” Michael yells back. But as soon as Michael fought, he was no match for the might of Gods. He was beaten to death with his own halo as Mephistopheles was stabbed through her skull with her own horns. A terrified ten year old Damian was taken from his parents, his home burned to the ground and set to live in a place where monsters and humans were damned for all eternity. Damian knew he wa

Finds a woman who pretends to love him and all that he’s worth and then in a week or two he finds her with some other brother in the club. Not me though. I haven't been with a biker bunny or club whore for years. At 35, I'm tired of the same old shit. My names Damian by the way, but everyone around here just calls my Prez. Yea I'm the president of this MC. Were not a 1% club but we aren't afraid of anything that fucks with whats ours.

“Someone I need, yes.” “You don't need her!” Damian shouted furiously. “You only need yourself, you, only you, Avery Jones. And if you want, I'll also stay by your side. I can help you get over this disorder. I know I can. I just need time.” “I know that you can help me, Dam, but I don't see why I would want to get rid of Scarlett.” Damian sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. “Please, just listen to me.”

Damien slowly pulled out and muttered. "I will fuck you so hard that your legs will be completely paralyzed for one... fucking... week. Do you understand? " Christiana could only reply with a nod but that wasn't what Damien needed. His grip on her chin tightened making her wince in pain. "Answer me, Christiana... Do you understand? " "Y... Y... e... s " She stammered. "One more thing, Christiana... " "You should stop trying to escape. Because no matter where you run too... I will always find you " The coldness laced in Damien's words made shivers go down Christiana's spine. This man was dangerous! Way too dangerous to mingle with!

Anton’s voice softened, his usual teasing laced with genuine concern. I tore my gaze away from the cluttered desk and looked at him, though my eyes barely met his before darting away. “Sorry, I’m just... lost in thought,” I muttered, biting my lower lip to suppress the truth. I didn’t trust myself to say more without unraveling entirely. Anton sighed, long and exaggerated, before pushing a stack of materials toward me. “This about that demon again? I don’t think you’ve ever told me his name.” I hesitated, the name resting on my tongue like a secret too heavy to keep. Finally, I let it slip. “Damien. His name is Damien. But it’s not about him,” I added quickly, my words stumbling over each ot