Novelas y relatos de Antichrist Damien

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!

He answered. “Okay. He is probably in his late twenties or early thirties, he was heavily built, he has blue orbs and dirty blond hair. Recognize anyone with those features??” I asked. “Hmmm yeah. Matthew, only difference is that Matthew has brown orbs instead.” Damian answered. “I know who Matthew is and that clearly wasn’t him. I almost forgot. He has a black mole on his left cheek.” I said. Damian froze when I mentioned the mole. “What did you just say??” He asked as he suddenly became very serious.

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

“We have to discover the source of the obscurity and crush it before it destroys us.” Ethan looked around the chamber, the old carvings on the dividers were now bent and adulterated by the darkness that saturated the air. The altar at the center of the room still beats with dim energy, the images carved into its surface shining with an foreboding ruddy light. Something constrained was at the heart of this place, it was antiquated and capable, and it was arousing. “Come on,” Ethan encouraged, taking Miriam's hand and driving her away from the altar. “We need to discover another way out of here.”

Damien boomed his voice over the phone which startled Rojas in his seat. Damien was 26 years of age but his dominance was more than his age and he was feared by many people. He had a tough and rough childhood. His mother died of cancer when he was just 5 years old. His father always locked himself inside his room since his wife's death. He became lonely and soon fell terribly ill. He slipped into a coma and came out after four years. He was mute and on a wheelchair. Damien hated his father for not being there for him and protecting him as a child. Cian, his uncle took over and made Damien the ruthless demon he was today. He began to join the company at age 16 and under Cian's influence, he g

I returned the gaze suspiciously. “We have a very important guest today,” Dad said just as footsteps echoed through the room. I turned to see him—Damien. Dressed all in black, looking like a king. His outfit and presence commanded power. “What the fuck…” I cursed under my breath, wondering why he was dining at my house. “Damien Kings, welcome,” Dad said, standing to shake his hand. Theo followed suit.