Antichrist Damien Novels & Stories

It is a pain that wasn’t meant for me; a pain that will only cause me sufferings from living in such a cruel world. Oh God, I’m crying out for an angelic helping hand which would protect me with all might as the thunderstorm roars through my life I know there is no hiding place but only my almighty God in thee Hide me under your powerful wings where I’ll be secured indeed Turn the rainstorm down on this darkly gruesome yet awesome tempest I know you’re in control God but I’m so tired and drained These things are all your work so I know it’s meant to be only give me wisdom

"Yes, Kayler Brown lived in the house on the left, but he fell in love with Carolina Lane when she first moved here with her mother. Just like you. Well, that’s what my mom told me." "I see." So Damian lived in the house on the right, where I saw all those kids swimming. "And how old is Cristine?" "She's young, only thirteen. Damian is seventeen." I nodded, thinking I had already learned too much, just hoping Lana wouldn’t think poorly of me. "Have you seen any dangerous animals around here?" Lana hesitated a bit before answering. "No, just a few common wolves, but they’re harmless, believe me." I narrowed my eyes.

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

he replied, brushing off the instinct saying she's in danger. "I have so many reasons to kill you. First, you lied to me. Secondly, you work for our greatest enemy, Sinful. He betrayed us all,Anna , Derek, Samantos, all of us. Fuck, I am resisting the urge to kill you " he said to Amelia who almost peed on her body.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Maybe because everyone felt it: the boy who had fallen through a portal half dead two days ago was not the same person anymore. This Damian was different. Quieter. Darker. More certain. ⸻ The commander’s tent stood on the eastern edge of camp. It was huge, covered in double canvas strengthened with enchanted fabric, with two armed guards outside. When Damian approached, the guards exchanged a look. “Silverman. The commander did not call for you.” “Then I am calling for him,” Damian said calmly. “And if anyone tries to block me, I will walk through them before they understand what is happening.”

As he watched the man let out a sinister smile appear as he turned back. “Soon. soon. there was no rush. All good things come to those who wait. All he had to do was to wait for his special informant to appear and their plans will finally be in motion.” He thought to himself as he walked away towards a group of four similarly cloaked figures ahead of him.