Damien Markiplier Novels & Stories

Lucien patted his back “We have searched the neighboring pack but she wasn't found here” “What do you suggest we do?” Damian asked, rubbing his forehead. “Do you have an idea of who could be responsible for this?” Lucien asked. He shook his head, sighing “I haven't hurt many people but my father has. I honestly don't know who could be responsible for this” He said. A voice spoke behind them “If you don't mind, I can help” They turned and met Shaman Dorian. A frown etched on Damian’s face “How can you be of help?” He asked.

What could he have done that was so bad to land himself in these contracts? "Jarvis, tell me everything you can about my newly assigned contract." I asked. "Damien, who goes by only Damien and doesn't entertain a surname, was born Human in 1834. He was turned by an unknown Vampire at the young age of 28. The reason why is unknown. He has no family, no lineage, no heir. He lives currently in Maine, but originated in England. He owns Edge Enterprises, which specializes in programming for artificial intelligence. His programs are widely used in a variety of applications, including those utilized by The Academy. I was created by Damien as well. Much else about him is unknown, he seems to be a ve

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

"I can't bear losing anyone close to me again. I can't bear going to another funeral. That's why I really have to find Vanessa alive or I will completely lose it." For some strange reason, I understand him. And I hate myself for understanding him and empathising with him. But he recently lost his sister. He has not completely dealt with the grief and he's terrified of losing someone close to him again. Damien turns to look at me and places his big strong hand on my cheek gently. "Please don't leave me." He says softly. "This place is not home without you." His phone suddenly rings, ruining this perfect moment. It's Mark, The Private Investigator.

At the top in Marcus's handwriting, underlined three times — Harlan Grey. Born unknown. Pack affiliation unknown. First recorded appearance — forty years ago. Unchanged. Unchanged. Rain looked at Damien. "Forty years and unchanged," she said slowly. "He's not a contractor," Damien said. His voice had gone somewhere very quiet. "He's a wolf. An old one." He looked at the page. "Old enough to have resources and connections none of us have mapped. Old enough to have been building something for decades while everyone assumed he was peripheral."

Mark snapped. "Exactly like you said, Emberlynn is my mate, and I don't know why you are getting so worked up because of it," Damien said, his voice calm. Too calm that Mark felt as though he wasn't the one speaking. Although he had his calm moment, the Damien he knew would have exploded and sent him out of his office as soon as he stepped in.

“Who sent you? Why target a child?” He smirked at first, tattooed arms straining. “Why should I talk? You gonna beat it out?” “Depends,” I said cold. “But yeah, if needed. Start with who hired you.” Marco loomed closer. “Boss asked nice do don’t make him ask again.” The man glanced at Marco, then back at me. “Fine. Damien.” He answered. My blood ran hot. “Where’s Damien now? Give me the spot.” “In an old warehouse district at the edge of town,” he said. “That’s all I know.”

“Alright, alright. Ladies, I hate to do this, but duty calls.” They hesitated before finally peeling themselves away, shooting me glares as they strutted out. I didn’t care. Once the door shut, Damien stretched, rolling his shoulders before locking eyes with me. “You really know how to kill a vibe.” “I’m not here for vibes.” He smirked. “Yeah, no shit.” I crossed my arms. “We have a problem.” He leaned back, entirely unbothered. “Oh, come on. Let’s celebrate a little first. My men are intercepting all of Marco’s shipments. The media leaks? Absolutely beautiful work. Marco’s drowning. I’d say that’s a damn good reason to have a drink.”

The blindfold made every contraction feel impossibly stronger, her senses overwhelmed by the feeling of being completely owned and used. Damon groaned loudly, his own release building rapidly as he buried himself as deep as possible inside her spasming cunt. “Take it all,” he moaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “Feel me filling you up again… fuck yesss.” With a deep, guttural roar, he exploded inside her, flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum, pumping load after load deep into her greedy pussy while her walls continued to milk him dry. He stayed buried deep, both of them panting and trembling in the aftershocks, his hand still loosely around her throat and the blindfold still

“To be honest, I don’t really remember what I screamed. It was a little before… “Of course, a huge beast is rushing after you. I can’t even imagine how it is - a wolf puts a mark on a person, - Marta threw up her hands. - Huge mouth and thin neck! “It was more fun when she marked him,” Ba said. All the women, except those who joined us later, laughed. I was at that wedding ceremony, but I already remember the details very badly. "His mark healed much faster," Lark grumbled, adjusting the collar of his shirt to hide the bite mark. No matter how many years passed, it was still clearly visible. Wangity label, true pair label.