Novel & Cerita Damian Demon

He had the same fever that night and had went to the church to pray. Then what happened? Someone sat on the altar. A tall man with long silver hair and the beautiful but deadly red eyes. “Velon,” Damian called out and the demon who had held his hand smiled widely, widening the corner of his lips. “Correct, again, Damian my puppet. Call my name again.” “Velon, Velon,” Damian whispered as the demon looked at his hand where power brimmed in a bright purple color. Belle who had opened her eyes saw the sketch that was drawn on the parchment. Then she looked at Leon’s face, only to find him frowning grimly.

I ask. "Well, take my case for example," says Meg. "When I met Harold, and we started to go out, I was told by his father that because I was human, I would go through heat. I do every now and then, and maybe that's why we have so many kids, but point being, I do go through heat even though I'm only human." "But your case is extremely unique," says Diana. "I don't think there's ever been a case in which a half breed of angel and demon has been mated to a werewolf. And even if there was, we have no record of it."

Chris didn't budge, "Like I said, I don't care. I have to find the people behind my parents' death. They will pay. They will pay for everything." Chris flinched as he suddenly felt intense pain on his left wrist. He checked his wrist and an image started to etch on his skin. It felt like his skin is being seared, it continued for over a minute but Chris bore the pain. The pain stopped as soon as the image is completed. Image of a crown. "The contract has been completed." The demon gladly announced. Chris stared at the demon, "State your name demon." The demon laughed, completely delighted and amused with what is happening. “My name is Damien.”

A strange kind of wave of relief ran in his body after knowing that she is not a lesbian. All of them finished their breakfast silently... ***** They were in the basement, Damian was standing in front of a man who was hanging in front him covered in his own blood, Rose and jack standing behind him with 2 other men... Damian was looking dangerously calm, his hands covered in blood and veins of his muscular arms were popping out due to his rolled up sleeves, he again sliced one of his finger making him scream in agony. "I won't repeat myself, Where is my drugs?..."

Razor-sharp teeth lined his mouth, with his four canine fangs standing at a monstrous height of 3ft. His skin had hardened, becoming impenetrable, impervious to even the fiercest bullets. But that wasn't all. Damian possessed a long, robust tail, its pointed end sharp as a dagger, measuring an astounding length of 9ft. Flames danced upon his back, giving rise to a mane of red-hot fire that extended up to his head. A Fiery Red Demon! Damian had always been aware of the demon dwelling within him, but this wasn't just any demon; this was the embodiment of the devil itself! And now, for the first time, he would unleash this beast.

Damien growled, his face contorted, and his canine protruded; his eyes flashed a dangerous reddish color. A pain-filled cry surrounded him, and his eyes narrowed as he glanced around to see everyone was on their knees. Except for Mark. No, he was using every of his strength to stop him from falling to his knees. Damien was freaking more than a hundred years old. He was an alpha, and he had commanded a response that everyone must obey. Mark believed the curse had intensified it as well. Damien frowned, his eyes shifted around the large gathering that had fallen to their knees.

Everything waiting for the moment he would finally rest with her… And she was gone. Damian ripped off his ceremonial robe and flung it aside. His chest heaved as he looked around the room, and rage twisted violently inside him. With a choked sound, he groped handfuls of his Raven black hair and pulled hard until several strands tore free. A hoarse, broken scream broke out from his throat. Then he collapsed to the floor. “Why now…” he whispered, voice raw and trembling. “When we were just getting happy?” He closed his eyes tightly, pressing a hand to his face as he forced himself to breathe. He reached out mentally, spiritually calling for the Moon Goddess.

comes Samantha's voice from a wall of screens. "This is the our boss" Damian asks with broken English as he takes a seat on one of the very expensive gamer chairs I had delivered. "Her name is Demitria but prefers to be called Demi she has asked that you go through the base, wear houses and mansion setting up all new state of the art security with palm readers for all restricted areas" I pass out the packets I put together for them. “You will all be sworn in by blood, this is to insure your ties to the family and your loyalty to her.” I say after everyone has their packets.

she said. “I know,” Damien replied. “And I know Dante.” She searched his face. “Tell me about him. Not the version everyone knows. The real one.” Damien was silent for a long moment. “He was charming,” he said finally. “Always smiling. Always making people feel chosen. And if you weren’t chosen…” He didn’t finish. “He made enemies disappear,” Sienna said quietly. “Yes,” Damien replied. “Without ever dirtying his hands.” She exhaled slowly. “Then he’s already moving.”

, he said and turned away but Kyle pulled him back again, " Answer my damn question!", " He's not just a man!" Damien yelled, his hand shivering as the undying memories flashed across his eyes, " he's a devil, a demon, a psychopath!" he shouted at the top of his voice and started panting lightly. " How? Who's he? Isn't he just a businessman?", " You fool, remember the underworld supreme one I told you about?", " Yes? You said he didn't exist", " Oh well, he did exist and he's Christian Charles",