Damien Markiplier Novels & Stories

Who knew how long I was going to be in this dark, smelly place without food or water. "Mother, please give me strength," I whispered slowly, trying to comfort myself, for I knew this was just the beginning of my journey. ...... "The girl, how's she?" A young man with stricken features asked as he adjusted himself on his chair. He was dressed in a black suit, which made him look like the devil. Damian was a hired mercenary, a merciless killer who had been trained for years to skillfully eliminate important figures in society. Merely looking at him, he appeared human, but being trained in the laboratory made him stronger, as he had undergone a series of experiments since he was a child.

Faelon growled threateningly and Atlas grunted. "I'm just curious about what you find interesting about her. I can see her ex did a number on her and she has a mark on her inner left thigh. Looks like a demon bite," Atlas exclaimed in fascination. Faelon's brow rose as he recalled Lucifer saying she was demon marked. "What does a demon mark mean? Do you know, reaper?" He asked. Atlas shrugged and told him he had no idea but Rai may know. Sophia went to the sink and got a glass of water. They both watched her take a pill and sigh.

“I hate you.” “No, you don’t.” He pressed against me, letting me feel how hard and thick he was. “You hate how much your body still belongs to me. Tell me, Soph—does Mark’s cock make you this wet? Does it stretch this greedy little pussy the way mine does?” I pushed weakly at his chest, but my fingers curled into his shirt instead. “Stop talking like that…” Damien leaned in, lips brushing my ear as he ground his erection against my thigh. “I’m not done with you. Not even close.

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

, I say quietly. “That was his bad, Amory”, says Liam. “I don’t give a fuck how rich you are, you’re more rare than that pink diamond on your neck! He should never have cheated on you, he doesn’t even deserve a second chance and he’s lucky you’re even saying boo to his ass right now”.

He looked like your typical boy next door and not one you would see battling for revenge. "Oooh," he grinned. "You're mesmerized, aren't you?" "Fuck off!" I snapped. "Gladly," he chuckled and turned to go. "Move and I'll gladly pummel you to bits." I threatened. "Who the hell are you?" He sighed. "I'm Damian. D for short. Shall I tell you my middle name, where I live, and place of birth?" "I detest talkative. The only thing saving you right now is my lack of a gun." I spat.

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

Stephan asked, and I could see Asher perk up with a smile. “Yeah, Damien….care to tell us your business?” Asher was taunting him. However, Damien did not back down. He simply turned to Stephan and maintained eye contact as he replied. “I own a bunch of sex clubs and sex toy shops all around the country…. Most of your business associates and political figures are my biggest customers.” He did not seem the least bit ashamed or embarrassed by it. If anything, that smirk stayed glued to his lips. Asher’s smirk on the other end turned to a frown while Stephan looked stunned.

Damien’s POV The shouts hit me like a slap. That voice…rough, demanding, way too familiar…cut through the laughter and froze every muscle in my body. Mark Grayson. Ellie’s piece-of-shit ex-husband. The one who put her in the hospital more times than I could count. Broken ribs, black eyes, lies about “falling down the stairs.” The one who cheated on her like it was a hobby. The one who sent thugs to my house to teach her a lesson.