Damien Antichrist Novels & Stories

Dante said, as I kept my eyes on the phone, my heart racing against my ribcage as I tried processing what he was saying. “Why?” I asked, frowning in confusion “regardless whatever it is, why would he be doing such a thing?” “I’m not sure, we’re yet to find anything about him” Dante said, looking at me, studying my expression as I handed him the phone. He took it from me and scrolling through it again, he handed me the device and I frowned when I saw the picture of Giovanni’s car, and Mattia standing in what looked like the inside of his parking, his back to the car as he smoked a cigarette “he’s an Alpha, Alpha Nicolas to be more specific, and I don’t know why, but I have reason to believe

Well, I'll give that to my people - silent deaths are their thing. "I want--" I shot him before he could complete his sentence. His body fell to the floor with a thud and I let out an exasperated sigh. "As if," I whispered to myself and then called one of my men to clean up the mess. … I am Damien Wright. 24 years into this dark world has opened my mind to the emptiness of an already perfectly nothingness. Some say I haven't seen much, I'm still young to know anything - well, I make sure those people don't get to see anything anymore.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

Ya, that is me… I call for Lilith, “Please stand with her for a moment; I just need a minute.” It is with reluctant hands that I pull away from her and step away and go inside. Shortly behind me is Azron that closes the door behind him. Then he softly speaks, “She will make it. You just need to be stronger.” I look at him, trying my best not to snap, “You know all about love, don’t you?” He only but smirks at me, “Damien, come on. I am a demon, and you know that we don’t stay faithful. I think you are the only unlucky one that had your ass fallen in love.”

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

"You've gone too far, Carla. Does someone's future and dreams mean so little to you? Did you sabotage Heidi just because I gave you a little teaching? "We grew up together. Was it really necessary to go this far?" I shot him a cold look. If there was one person in this world who had no right to preach about going too far, it was Damian. Hadn't he gone too far by abandoning his bride on their wedding night to flee to the frontier with his mistress? Hadn't he gone too far by faking his death and tricking me into caring for his parents for the rest of my life? Hadn't he gone too far to visit my grave for the first time, 40 years after I died, just to beg me to stop haunting them?

Maybe because everyone felt it: the boy who had fallen through a portal half dead two days ago was not the same person anymore. This Damian was different. Quieter. Darker. More certain. ⸻ The commander’s tent stood on the eastern edge of camp. It was huge, covered in double canvas strengthened with enchanted fabric, with two armed guards outside. When Damian approached, the guards exchanged a look. “Silverman. The commander did not call for you.” “Then I am calling for him,” Damian said calmly. “And if anyone tries to block me, I will walk through them before they understand what is happening.”

I was still so weak from my earlier spell. "I will, soon enough. But I have something to tell you…" Tamera said gravely, so that I was forced to look at her and pay attention. "What is it? What do you have to tell me that can’t be said back at Elijah's pack land?" "it's related to what you just witnessed. What you just saw is happening in real time. Damien raised those dead people, and is making minions out of them. And you can guess where he's sending them to." Tamera said and I thought for a moment before gasping in shock.

"Yeah. Alpha Damien, the new Alpha of our pack. He was attacked by rouges." "Um.. did he survive? Is he alive?" My dad looked at me, suspiciously, then he scoffed. "Sure. He's an Alpha, and a Lycan Apex at that. He was able to kill one of the rouges, while the other escaped into the night."

Dominic ran through the dense forest for what seemed like hours. His throat was dry and his mouth was parched. The men in armored trucks were closing in on him. He took one last step, but his feet got caught in a trap and he went flying into a pit. He felt around him; he could feel hands and bodies pressed up against him. With the help of the moonlight, he squinted for a better view. The pit was full of dead bodies. A sea of faces with eyes that stared into space. Decaying flesh was all around him... And suddenly, all he could smell was death, so much death.