Damian Demon Novels & Stories

Damian yelled back at me without any form of anger in him nor anger in his actions. " He sent you " I rubbed my hair losing the rubber band I used to pack my hair in a ponytail style. " Am against him" Damian stood up from his comfort zone and headed towards me who sat on the floor sobbing in silence hardly. " Are you serious" I stood up wiping my tears out with my palm. "He wicked, cruel and greedy at the same time,e" Damian said putting his hands on his waist. " But he's still got chosen by the Luna and moon goddess" I voiced out in a calm tone.

"You witch! I'll put an end to you right here!" Leo sneered, unfazed, and stepped forward to confront him. But his confident smirk faltered as he realized his zombie werewolves had failed to materialize. He glared at Damian, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "What have you done?" Damian's response was a snarl of contempt. "I've sent your demons back to hell. And now, I'll do the same to you." With a mighty roar, he transformed into his Almighty alpha wolf form, his body growing four times larger than the average wolf. His paws thundered on the ground, shaking the very foundations of the room.

“I killed her too.” There was silence. A silence so deep, I could hear the blood pounding in my ears. “But why?” I asked, my voice low. “Why would you do all this?” Damian looked at the sky above us, as if searching for answers. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “Maybe I was born cursed. Maybe I was born broken. I only know that everything I touch turns to ashes. And now…” He looked down at his hands. “…now I want to stop. I want to change.”

"What was that? I was looking through your eyes, wasn't I? You were a Roman soldier, weren't you? That giant black wolf attacked you and you killed it. It infected you with something that turned you into this, didn't it?" Her voice was barely above a whisper; hoarse from her ragged breathing and the screams she hadn't heard ripping out of her throat. Damien nodded his head, not quite meeting her gaze. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out through his nose. He was relieved that his effort to keep the deeper emotions and the raw pain of his experiences from overwhelming her had succeeded. Still, he could tell she was drained from the experience. He needed to give her time to truly compre

he said to Damien. Lucifer, the devil? Damien said that he was a level two demon, meaning he was the child of one of the direct descendants of Lucifer, “Your uncle is the devil,” I hadn’t actually put two and two together just yet, and the words came out softly, almost as if I was speaking to myself. The devil knew about me, and he wanted to meet me!

Crystal wanted to say something but didn't want to bother him, she played the music and started moving along with the rhythm. Damien could not look straight into her eyes. For some reason he was feeling guilty and felt he had betrayed her for almost sleeping with Delilah. Yes he couldn't sleep with Delilah after Crystal's name was mentioned. FLASH BANK. "Did you think about crystal?". Dagon asked. He knew that was the only way to stop Damien. If he sleeps with Delilah, both his demons will belong to her. The demons alone control half of his powers. "Crystal?". Damien thought.

If I even knew how. I never got that mating mark which Balin said was necessary to allow my abilities as the Righ to surface. Does Damien know that? There are so many worries inside of me. But one thing is certain. Damien is the demon king. And the demon king is the enemy. My hand goes to my flat stomach as I recall the hazy memory from my life as Sila. Theat phantom may not have been mine but a ball of grief within me is hard and hot. My eyes turn into slits as I look towards the wide expanse of forest under the terrace.

He kept on hitting her more, which resulted in her falling to the ground with tears in her eyes. “Never in your miserable life accuse Elle falsely and never ever say her name, or else I will help by ending your miserable life for good! Now get out of here in this instance!” Damien yelled at her. Poor Ariel, who was almost lifeless on the floor gathered little strength and struggled to stand up, and ran out of his presence. “How could she accuse Elle like that?” Damien said to himself “This Ariel girl is really something else, a little demon cursed from the pit of hell. I am very sure she would never try that rubbish in her life ever again," He said.

Rough. Minimal. Cold. “You shouldn’t be in here.” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him. I scoffed lightly. “I don’t want to be.” I crossed my arms. “But I need to tell you about Damian.” Cain folded his arms across his chest. “I’m listening.” That was…Unexpectedly easy. I took a breath. “Damian is a very sly man,” I began, putting extra emphasis on the word. “And he doesn’t need to be physically stronger than you to win.”

Damien remained unmoved. That moment I wished for the soft hearted Damien who would do anything for me. The Damien who hated my tears, pain and sought after my happiness. The Damien who was always a call away, my leach that was stocked to me. The Damien before me was the replica of the devil. He had no emotion, sympathy or empathy.