Damien Markiplier Novels & Stories

Me: (sent him all the pictures and videos of me on his clothes). Damien: I need sunglasses! You are glowing too much, my eyes might hurt. Me: You like them? Damien: Babe😍 you are hot🔥. Is that you shaking my butt? Me: 😂,I was playing around. Damien: I will like to see you shake them tonight. Me: I will think about it. Damien: I will help you think fast. Is that my Nike? Me: It is mine now! Damien: Silly! You look great in it.

“Gale, can you help me with something, please?” “Here.” Damien places the water down beside my plate and I shake my head at Damien when I feel him trying to open the mindlink again. “He is the spitting image of Coal.” I hear Flame’s hushed voice from the other room. “Like actually identical, down to the dimple in his cheek and the flecks of black in his irises.” “He is fit. Is that why you’re acting so crazy?” Her friend replies. “I’m not sure how it’ll work since Darius likes you, but I say, if you want to pull him, go for it.”

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

A stack of game tapes by the television. Damian sat on the couch with his laptop—Sebastian had a burner laptop, because of course he did—and started typing. Sebastian paced behind him, dictating ideas, shooting them down, building them back up. "We need a name," Damian said. "Someone recognizable but not too famous." "What about Mark Hanson?" "The guy from the Post?" "He's a prick. Everyone hates him. It's believable." Damian nodded and started typing. "Sources close to Mark Hanson, veteran sports columnist for the City Post, have confirmed that the journalist is facing mounting gambling debts following a series of undisclosed losses..."

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

My brothers suddenly sit up straight. “Fans flooded social media, shipping the pair under the trending couple name #Damena. However, according to a statement released by his agent, there is no romantic involvement between the Reaper rider and his best friend’s little sister — or any other woman for that matter. Damion Grimm is reportedly leaving his wild ways behind to focus on racing.” The reporter smiles, sharp and hungry. “But here at Channel 1, we always dig deeper.” The screen splits. On the left — me and Damion, standing on the beach. Very close to each other.

He was looking at me with a straightforward concern that had nothing calculated in it. "There is a loose section on that ridge," he said. "Third plank from the end. Somebody should have marked it." I looked at him. "Who are you?" "Damien." He said it simply. No title, no pack affiliation, no context. Just a name. Before I could say anything else Lyra came jogging up from behind me, slightly breathless, her eyes going between us with an expression of surprise that was entirely convincing. "Damien?" She stopped. "I did not know you were back in the territory." She looked at me. "He is an old family contact. He moves through this area sometimes." Then back to him: "Did you just"

“Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but nothing makes sense as to where that bastard came from.” Hunter’s mouth twitched, a reluctant agreement. “That’s what worries me. I’ve had men cross-checking every D’Amaris in the northern registry, nothing. Not even a rogue clan by that name. Whoever he is, he’s hiding behind a fabricated identity. And this makes him even more dangerous. If Valerie couldn’t catch his sc

“Yes. One of them had a mark. A deep scar shaped like a crescent moon on his forehead. I remember it clearly.” As soon as I said that, Kyler’s whole body went still. His jaw clenched so tight I thought he might shatter his teeth. My heart thudded as I watched him. “This is getting more interesting,” he muttered almost inaudibly. I frowned. “You know who it is?” Kyler raised his gaze slowly, cold fire blazing in them. “Alpha Damian.” The name made every warrior around him stiffen. “He dared to touch what’s mine,” Kyler said, almost in a whisper.

“It’s done. His men are surrendering or running. We need to move before the cops get here.” I nodded, but my eyes stayed on Marcus. Another half-sibling. Another ghost from my father’s past who thought blood gave him the right to destroy everything I loved. I felt no guilt. Only exhaustion and a strange, cold relief. Damien limped over, supported by two of our men. His leg was bleeding badly, but his eyes burned with pride when they met mine. “You did it,” he said, voice rough. “My wife.” I holstered my gun and moved to him, sliding under his arm to help support his weight. “We did it. Together.”