Damien Antichrist Novels & Stories

The day the Royal Academy's screening results came out, the twin Alpha heirs — Julian and Damien — stood in front of me. Each of them was holding an application form. "Ivy. Have you decided whose name you're putting on that form?" In my previous life, I chose Julian for love. I gave up my direct admission to the Royal Academy and stayed behind in the pack with him and Celeste — his childhood-friend Omega who'd failed the screening — to help them train for another year. I thought that was what it meant to go through hardship together. That was love. But the pack laughed at Celeste — an Omega who thought she could get into the combat track at the Royal Academy. She couldn't stand the gossip, ran off alone, and was killed by rogue wolves. Julian threw me into the silver pit — the pit our pack used to execute traitors. Silver burns a wolf's flesh like acid. "If you hadn't been so desperate to cling to me, I could've focused on protecting Celeste. She wouldn't be dead!" "Ivy Hale — all of this is your fault. You ruined us." He poured silver down my throat. I died thrashing in agony. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the screening results were announced. This time, I slipped my arm through Damien's and gave the brightest smile I had. "Let's apply to the Royal Academy together." Julian let out a quiet, relieved breath and turned to go find his Omega. He didn't see the way Damien's hand tightened around mine — or the obsession and ambition he couldn't quite hide behind his eyes.

Three years after Alpha King Damien Caldwell marks me, Drake Whitaker finally remembers I exist. Turns out he really believes I'll "wait for him forever." Twenty black SUVs clog the private road into Ridgefield pack territory, trunks crammed with moonstone jewelry, old talismans, and rare herbs. Drake steps out of the tricked-out Hummer, wearing a smug smile and clutching a stack of parchment contracts. "Aria," he calls up, like some medieval knight, "I told you once the Silvermoon Coalition was official and Kenneth's supply lines were stable, I'd bring you to my pack. "The High Council finalized five packs yesterday. I came first thing this morning to show you I mean it." I sit in the upstairs study, watching a video Damien just sent of him playing with our son, then glance through the blinds at the ridiculous scene unfolding below. Drake lifts his face toward the second floor. "I know you're upset, but Kenneth controls the biggest timber in the Eastvale region. I had to mark Isabella. It was politics. You get that. Feelings don't need a mark anyway. I'll treat you better than a Luna." His words made my skin crawl. I pressed the intercom button on the desk. "Clear the drive. Tell security someone's trespassing." What a day! I've just taken my son to the medical center for his one-month checkup. Damien sends me back to Ridgefield pack for a week to rest. Instead, I get this mess on my doorstep.

I had spent my life fighting to survive. By day, I was a struggling writer barely keeping it together. By night, I sold myself to pay off debts I never asked for. I had sworn I’d never let a man own me… until Damien Cross. He was ruthless, icy, and used to getting whatever—or whoever—he wanted. But I wasn’t like the others. I resisted him, challenged him, and yet, I couldn’t deny the fire he ignited in me. When he offered me a fortune to become his exclusive companion, I knew I was playing with fire—but the temptation was impossible to resist. Desire turned into obsession, possession became dangerous, and secrets threatened to destroy everything. I was caught between loyalty, survival, and a hunger that refused to be ignored. And Damien… he wanted it all. I shouldn’t have wanted him. I shouldn’t have let him see me. But I couldn’t stop myself. [NOTE: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES AHEAD!]

She thought she was being saved. He knew he was claiming her. But neither of them expected to fall. When Calla Moretti is torn from the quiet life she knew and dropped into the lavish, dangerous world of the man who owns the city — she learns quickly that nothing in Damien Blackthorne’s empire is simple. Especially not him. He’s older. Ruthless. Powerful. The head of a criminal syndicate with secrets stitched into every wall of his mansion. She’s the daughter of a man he was sent to destroy. And now, she belongs to him. What begins as a cold arrangement turns molten when obsession blurs the lines between punishment and pleasure. Damien is dominant, controlling, and never lets anyone close — until Calla. Her fire draws him in. Her silence speaks to the war inside him. And when she starts craving his control, he gives it… without mercy. But someone in the house is lying. Someone wants her gone. And Calla’s father? He’s alive. And coming. In a world of loyalty, betrayal, seduction, and control — love might be the most dangerous game of all.

One night, No names, No lights,No mercy. Elias Hawthorne walked into that room to punish himself. He walked out ruined in ways he still can't name. The man who fucked him hard in the dark was skilled, ruthless, and completely anonymous. Until the blindfold came off. Damien Blackwood. His father's most hated enemy. The man whose company Elias helped destroy that same morning. Now they're locked in the same boardrooms, the same jet cabins, the same impossible orbit, and Elias can't stop going back. He tells himself it's the last time. Every single time, he tells himself that. But it never is. Damien isn't just taking him apart in private anymore. He's dismantling everything Elias was built to be. His loyalty, His silence, His carefully performed life. And the most terrifying part? Elias is letting him. Two empires. One secret. And a love that feels like mutual destruction until it becomes the only thing worth saving.

Isla Carter’s perfect life shattered the day she found her husband in bed with her best friend. Humiliated and discarded, she watched them marry just a month after her divorce, the world calling it true love while she was labeled a gold digger. Broken and betrayed, Isla vowed to rebuild her life—until Damien Blackwood walked in with a proposal she couldn’t refuse. Marry me. Help me destroy them. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Damien isn’t offering love—he’s offering revenge. Isla knows she should say no. But when revenge is on the table, how could she resist? What begins as a game of vengeance soon becomes a dangerous dance of power, passion, and betrayal. Lines blur, feelings deepen, and just when Isla thinks she’s finally won—she loses everything all over again. Three years later, Isla returns, armed with a secret that will change everything. This time, the war isn’t just about revenge. It’s about who really owns her heart.

Laila thought she found her perfect mate in Damien but he turned out to be mean and cruel, hurting her every day and calling her broken because she couldn't turn into a wolf yet.  When Damien throws her away in front of everyone, calling her a disgusting half-human, the scary but powerful Alpha Kieran saves her. Kieran takes Laila to his pack, but he has secrets too. He only chose her to get revenge on Damien.  As Laila grows stronger and discovers amazing magical powers she never knew she had, she also discovers that everyone has been lying to her about everything - including who really killed Kieran's first mate. Can Laila learn to trust again? Can she become the powerful woman she was meant to be?  And when she finds out that Kieran used her for revenge, will their growing love survive the truth?  Will she be able to navigate in between the discovery that she's much more powerful than anyone's ever imagined and the two men who will fight for her heart?

He signed the divorce papers while she slept. Left with a check for five thousand dollars and a note calling their three-year marriage a mistake, Damien Voss walked away without looking back—straight into the arms of the woman his family actually approved of. What he didn't know was that Selene was pregnant. Five years later, Selene has rebuilt herself from nothing into the silent force behind the company systematically destroying Damien's empire. She didn't come back for closure, and she certainly didn't come back to beg. She came to make him feel, in every boardroom and every headline, exactly what it means to underestimate her. But revenge is a dangerous game when the man you're dismantling still looks at you like you're the only thing in the room. And when the secret of their son threatens to surface, the empire Selene built to destroy him might just collapse on them both. He thought he was done with her. He had no idea she was just getting started.

Sasha was beautiful, kind, strong—and wickedly funny—until the night everything was taken from her. She watched helplessly as her family and pack were slaughtered by their enemies, the Shadowmoon pack. Her father, the Alpha. Her mother, the Luna. Her home, the Whitemoon pack—gone in blood and fire. With nothing left but rage and grief, Sasha makes a vow: she will avenge her family, even if it means turning her back on pack life and becoming a rogue. Damien is the Alpha Prime—the Alpha of all Alphas. Cold, ruthless, and unforgiving, he rules the Nightstone pack, the strongest pack in existence. Known for his merciless treatment of rogues and trespassers, Damien is feared across all territories. At twenty-five, he remains mateless—an anomaly in the werewolf world. Many believe the Moon Goddess has spared any wolf from being bound to such a heartless Alpha… or so they think. Two broken souls. One ruthless destiny. What happens when a vengeful rogue crosses paths with the most dangerous Alpha alive? And what twisted fate has the Moon Goddess planned when enemies, power, and passion collide?

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."