Damien Antichrist の小説・ストーリー

“After he turned me, Viktor didn’t just teach me to survive. He made me his companion, his enforcer, his son. For decades we ruled shadows together. I did things I’m not proud of — eliminated rivals, silenced threats, fed without mercy. I believed he was saving me from a meaningless mortal life.” Damien’s voice grew colder. “But he changed. The more power he gained, the crueler he became. He started enjoying breaking people. When I tried to stop him from destroying an entire village for sport, he nearly killed me. That’s when I left for Blackthorn University — to study a way to make our kind better.” He looked at both of them, pain raw in his eyes. “Tonight, when that echo of him appeared… p

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.

Drop-dead silence surrounded them as he started unbuttoning his shirt. Damien's determination blazed in his eyes, and Angelica understood that he wouldn't stop until he shattered the last remaining piece of her soul. She felt utterly drained, and the battle within her was becoming too much to bear. She didn't want to fight any longer. She tried her best to stay strong but now it is getting too much for her. She cannot see anyone getting hurt because of her. She was ready to bear his torture but she couldn't let anyone else suffer. After removing her shirt and kicking away his pants, he hovered above her. The beast within him was still howling, but now he seemed intent on quelling it, at leas

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.”

He sat down and put his hands over his headphones. Damian stood up. He drew his gun. I drew mine. We walked into the circle. "Alpha Sinclair," The Crow said. His voice was smooth, melodic. It didn't sound like a villain's voice. It sounded like a priest's. "And the Mother. You have finally arrived." "Step away from the altar," Damian ordered, leveling his weapon at The Crow’s chest. "We are here for the cure. Not a fight." "There is no cure for what he is," The Crow said sadly. "Only a release." He gestured to the altar. It was carved with runnels for blood. "The boy is an Abomination, Damian. He is a breach in the natural order. The Prime blood was meant to die out for a reason. It is too v

The kind of presence that made the air feel smaller. Not Andrew. But the relief curdled in my veins the moment I saw his face. I knew him. And somehow… that made my blood run colder. With Andrew, I could play the part…cry, plead, twist the story until he loosened his grip. I knew his weaknesses. But this man? This Damien guy? He didn’t look like the kind you could bargain with. He looked like the devil dressed in human skin… the kind that didn’t just take souls…he kept them.

'I don't deserve any friends,' she thought. "You don't have to be my friends out of pity," she said, airing her thoughts. “Me? Pity?” Damien laughed maniacally as if the idea were ludicrous. "If Adrian says you're cool we trust him." Most people were scared of Damien. Even Sienna avoided him because of his sharp, unfiltered wit. He was one of the few people who could outsmart her and make her look foolish in an argument. That… and people said he was the antichrist. There was certainly something odd about him—something that had attracted her Alpha werewolf stepbrother to the guy.

“No, Anton. He has nothing to do with this.” But he didn’t look convinced. His gaze bore into me, and his tone grew more insistent. “I don’t believe you. He must have done something to you.” I shook my head, my voice steady despite my exhaustion. “He would never hurt me, Anton. Damien isn’t like that. He’s an incubus, yes, but it’s impossible for him—or any of them—to harm us in the waking world. They can’t.” Anton’s expression was a mix of frustration and disbelief, but he didn’t press further. As he stepped back, his shoulders tense, I could feel the weight of his concern lingering in the air.

"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

"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.