Novelas y relatos de Antichrist Damien

"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—"

Watered the windowsill basil like it was a normal Sunday. Then the email came. From an address she didn’t recognize. Subject: “Clarification Needed: Former Church Transactions” Her heart stopped. She clicked on it with trembling fingers, already knowing before the first line appeared. “We are conducting a routine review of financial discrepancies from Restoration Harvest’s building fund, and your name has been referenced on several relevant authorizations…” No signature. No explanation. No contact number. Just enough to make her blood run cold. Eden sank into the kitchen chair, stomach lurching. Her mind raced—how much could they trace? Hadn’t that all been under Dusty’s control?

Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers. Damien is the level headed, silent one who you’d think would be the scariest but he’s not, he’s more methodical when it comes to his plans and what I’ve come to learn makes him grate at mental interrogation. Like one of those people who with a single glance can detect the smallest of micro movements and know your intentions or that your lying. Then there’s Damitri the man with a plan and an irritation fuse so sort he’s most likely to slap the shit out of someone sir sniffl

Instead, there was a growing curiosity, mixed with a touch of disbelief. “Tell me, Castiel,” he finally asked, his voice filled with both reluctance and curiosity. “Who is Damien really up against this time? Because I highly doubt that you’d be here, asking me for help if this was someone Damien could deal with on his own. And as far as I know Damien, there are very few people who match him in strength and cunningness.” “Elijah Blackburn.” "You’ve got to be fucking kidding me," Dominic scoffed, his voice barely above a whisper, but his eyes were wide with the weight of what he was hearing. "Elijah? *The* Elijah Blackburn? The one everyone’s too scared to even mention?"

About Rain sleeping in his room with her notebook on the shelf and her mother's photograph on the windowsill and her wolf still becoming what it was going to be. He picked up his phone. Called Cole. Cole answered immediately. "I need you," Damien said quietly. "Now. My office." "On my way," Cole said. No questions. Just — on my way. Damien set the phone down. He looked at the city. He had faced enemies before. Had built an empire on the foundation of loss and come out the other side. Had faced Harlan and Rook and Marcus and everything that had come with all of them. But this was different.

But before he could get close, Damian immediately stepped in front of me, blocking his path. “Oh, you got the almighty Damian protecting you?” Kason mocked. “Are you fucking him, Captain?” Why does everyone keep assuming I’m sleeping with Damian? I saw Damian’s shoulders tense, his fists clenched tight at his sides. “I swear to God, Kason,” Damian warned, voice low and dangerous, “if you don’t fuck off…” “What? You gonna beat me again?” Kason sneered. “How’s your father gonna take it if you end up behind bars…again?”

I stormed into my study and slammed the door shut behind me. I leaned up against it and then slid down to sit on the floor, burying my face in my hands. “You’re weak,” the demon said. “She was right there. We could have had her.” “Shut up!” I bellowed. “You almost killed her, Xavier,” my wolf growled at me, full of disgust and shame. “We are dangerous.” “That’s the idea, isn’t it?” the demon said, laughing. “More fear. More power. They all deserve to die.”

I also never imagined that the so-called favor he spent his whole life repaying with tenderness was actually a lie. "So, it really was him..." I murmured. Uncle Dante's expression suddenly darkened. "Perfect." He stood up. His voice was ice cold. "Since we've confirmed it was him, I'll handle this matter personally." "No need, Uncle Dante," I interrupted him while struggling to sit up. "Where's Camilla?" I looked at Uncle Dante, and my voice was calm. "I want to see for myself what she looks like now without my kidney."

MACEY My hands were moving too fast. Too desperate. I couldn’t slow down, couldn’t breathe right. My body was already trembling, caught between wanting release and hating myself for how badly I craved it. His name kept slipping past my lips in a whisper. Damien. Over and over, like I was summoning him, like I wanted him there. “Damien… please…” My voice cracked, half-plea, half-confession. It was insane. I shouldn’t have thought about him like this. He was wrong for me in every possible way. Too dangerous. Too controlled. Too much older. But every time I tried to push him out of my head, he came back sharper, stronger.

Cynthia hurried from the main gate, and the cool evening air brushed against her face as she ran toward the mansion. She pushed open the large doors and stepped inside. Then stopped. Damien was sitting in the living room with his laptop, talking to someone on Skype. The enormous room looked neatly organized, he occupied the space effortlessly. One arm rested on the sofa while he talked to someone. His attention immediately shifted toward her and he ended the call. "You came back,” he said. A small smile appeared on her face. Does she have any other choice? Did he think she wouldn’t return? How can she just run away, can I? Cynthia thought for a moment and cleared her head.