Antichrist Damien Novels & Stories

"I just want us to be friends, Damian. I’m tired of all this unnecessary disgust, loathing, and hatred. I want us to team up and take down Kunle. He has robbed me of the swimming title too many times, and I’d rather someone else take it from him this time. Please, let’s work together." Chinwe narrowed her eyes. "Hmm… I don’t know. I just don’t trust this apology. It feels too fake. For God’s sake, we just saw you hanging out with this same Kunle you claim to dislike." "Exactly!" Charity agreed. "It’s obvious he’s playing both sides. Damian, please don’t fall for this his fake sermon." I won’t lie, I also had doubts about his sincerity. But for some reason, I decided to give him the benefit o

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

he continues to say. Raven looks at him like he has grown horns on his head. What sane person would ask that? “Does that mean he is into BDSM?” she asks herself. “Are you trying to say that you are into extreme sex?” she asks him. “In simple words yes,” he says. “Just how far?” Raven asked “Into no limits, but I wouldn’t go too extreme to hurt you that you bleed,” he tells her. This was too much for Raven, she didn’t expect to ever wake up to such news. Raven tried to sit up slowly and Damon helped her so gently. But she was on fire that she regretted sitting up.

I watched the comeback die in his throat. That was the moment I felt it properly—that particular satisfaction that comes from watching someone’s resistance crumble in real time, not dramatically, not all at once, but in increments. A word at a time. An inch at a time. “You want to know what Damian likes, right?” I kept my voice easy, conversational, like we were discussing something completely ordinary. “Well, this is it. How you move. How you submit without looking weak. Think you can handle that, or are you all talk?”

Expensive looses. Then he reached for another, and another. His brow furrowed slowly. “What?” I asked. “These aren't warnings.” Marcos scoffed immediately. “No shit.” Imran ignored him completely, still staring at the photos. “Warnings are loud. Public. They want you angry, emotional, reactive.” He looked up at me finally. “This feels calculated.” I crossed my arms. “How?” “They're controlling damage.” Dante frowned. “Explain.” Imran pointed towards one of the reports. “Look at the timing. They're interrupting movement, not destroying operations. Enough damage to create pressure, not enough to start full retaliation.”

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

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.” “Shut up! Both of you!” I shouted.

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

the guys laughed at this. “He’s a lawyer, he doesn't earn millions!” “But he's freaking Rich” “Why do you act so poor? Remember you have to pay for my wedding if I get married” he shook his head and touched the back of his pants where I assumed his purse was. It amazes me that Damien isn't a highschool teacher anymore but now he's one of the renowned lawyers in the city. Yep,he passed the bar exam. At thirty, he's the hottest man who could give me amazing orgasms.