Damien Antichrist Novels & Stories

Since the compass in her chest that always pointed northeast. "Okay," she said softly. Damien set his hands flat on the counter. "There are people in this world," he said slowly, "who are not entirely what they appear to be. Who carry something older than ordinary. Something—" He paused. "Something that makes them more." Rain set her spoon down. Her neck was prickling again. But differently this time. Differently from any time before. Like recognition. Like something inside her going yes. "Damien," she said carefully. "What are you?"

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

Even with his angry face, he still looks handsome. I’m against this marriage!,” Damien declared as if he was giving a warning. Then, he yelled to let the whole world know, “I AM DEAD SET AGAINST THIS MARRIAGE.”

Damien had no respect for me whatsoever, I remember when he called and texted all day long now he didn't even have the guts to face me in person. Spending his hours wrapped in Belinda. I cringed at the thought of them getting intimate in bed. After everything, the promises, the kisses, the gifts, why go so far if it was only to pretend? Was he trying to pay me off as the mother of his child or a whore who was able to conceive? It made no sense why go through all this, why! For what reason? Announcing his annulment to the lycanthrope council, openly claiming his love for me.

“Come on, brother, it’s just some girl. You never stopped me before.” “I am stopping it now. And if you think you can become the Alpha, let’s find out if you are man enough. On Friday, we will fight to the death,” Dane said as he dropped him to the floor. “But now we have to deal with Catrina, so get everyone to the chambers,” he ordered Dash. Dash glanced at me, but Dane swiftly delivered a blow to the side of his head. “I told you not to even look at her,” Dane commanded.

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.”

"They're happy for us. You don't need to feel guilty at all." "Can I ask you something?" asked Gretchen as she played with the sparse black hair on his chest. "217," said Damien. Gretchen pushed herself up on her elbow. "Are you fucking serious? You're 217 years old?" Damien smiled and nodded. "I am serious." "Well, you look pretty goddamn good, let me tell you." Gretchen laid her chin on his chest and looked in his eyes. "Thank you," he said as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

“ ……Is it that serious ? “ asked Antonio a bit confused . “ You have worked there for three and a half months . It’s being four months now and you still haven’t seen his evil side ?!……I really am shocked now . It seems like Damian doesn’t really keep you that close to him . “ said Alex . “ I don’t care whether I am close to him or not . I can have a peaceful mind if I don’t see his bad side . It’s already difficult enough to work for this devil . “ said Antonio . “ …Haaaaah ! Just be careful with what you do from now on . Remember ! Don’t mess too much with Damian . He is truly dangerous Antonio . Although you may have not seen it yet , there’s a reason why he is called the devil king of the

Damien slowly pulled out and muttered. "I will fuck you so hard that your legs will be completely paralyzed for one... fucking... week. Do you understand? " Christiana could only reply with a nod but that wasn't what Damien needed. His grip on her chin tightened making her wince in pain. "Answer me, Christiana... Do you understand? " "Y... Y... e... s " She stammered. "One more thing, Christiana... " "You should stop trying to escape. Because no matter where you run too... I will always find you " The coldness laced in Damien's words made shivers go down Christiana's spine. This man was dangerous! Way too dangerous to mingle with!

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.