Damien Markiplier Novels & Stories

Damien stepped off the creature, slipped through the broken window and landed gently between the intruder and the 2 young mages. “Settle down.” He told Johan and the dragon child before facing the intruder. “Stand down, Ombra,” he said, “I told you to wait for us.” “I wait for no one.” Ombra rumbled, but he stood at ease and stared annoyingly at the groundskeeper. “I told you to settle down,” Damien said once again as Johan and Dragon kept their stance, the blue flames still burning. “It’s okay, Johan,” Dorin reassured his roommate, “This is Damien Wolfsbane, he’s the University’s Groundskeeper,” he explained, “He’s a friend of Sebastian and mine...”

That got Damien's full attention and he turned to look at Alex. "Who is the killer?" He impatiently asked. Alex shrugged and looked at Damien. "Who else? It's the 'unknown killer of course'." He said, adding emphasis to the last part of the statement. "You know something, Alex. Spill it." Damien said, squinting his eyes at him. He definitely knows Alex so much better than he thinks. "It's nothing much. I just want you to keep your eyes open and watch everyone closely." Damien was a little bit confused and he wanted to tell him about his suspicion about Jasmine, but he refrained himself from doing that. He didn't want to make Alex feel some type of way.

Damian asked as he brought out a pistol from his back pocket and pointed it at Mark. This action made Mark laugh out in amusement. “What is so funny?? You think I can’t kill you??” Damian asked angrily. “Oh, quite the contrary. I know you can considering the fact that you have two of us down already.” Mark answered as he turned his attention to the lifeless body of both Grey and Ana. “You couldn’t even at least show them mercy. She was once the love of your life and he, your puppet.” Mark said as he released a dark cackle.

"If you try to touch Davina, I'll report you to Mr. Alexandro." "And what will he do? Fire me? Kill me? He wouldn't dare." "Just try it." Damien stopped behind Marco. He leaned in, his lips almost touching Marco's ear. "I know your secret, Marco," he whispered. "I know what you're hiding from Alexandro." "If you know something, prove it. If not, shut your mouth," Marco said. Damien smiled. "One day, I'll prove it." "I'll be waiting." Damien walked to the exit. He didn't look back, but in his mind, Davina's image remained. Marco's image too. That man was also annoying. But somehow, Damien wanted to know more. Not about Davina. But about Marco.

He had been to more clubs than he could count, and honestly, the usual spots didn’t excite him anymore. Mark’s dad owned the place, so he had free reign. Damien got dragged into one of the VIP booths. Being one of the few men there—and good-looking, too—meant he immediately became a magnet for attention. Girls kept coming over, thinking he was part of the show. Damien was wildly uncomfortable. Meanwhile, Mark was having the time of his life. Unbelievable, Damien thought, side-eyeing his friend. This guy's—showing up here like some wannabe boy toy. Voluntarily, no less.

I wasn’t to gather any information, just pick up any red flags during my interview. Oh, what else? Right Damien is left-handed. He had a sweet tooth, he loved watching football. He even played in high school, until a knee injury. His knee pains when it’s raining or cold. Damien makes a mean sandwich but can’t cook to save his life. He loved eating Mia’s food the most. I’ve also learnt Mia isn’t the help, more like the protector of all the Priest secrets. Damien has degrees in business, finance, and sports administration. He’s lifelong goal is to buy a football team. He’s looking into Phili or the Chief’s.

Justine compliments and embraces me tight. “Yes, you did. Simply perfect,” Damien says, and I blush. On the walk back to the suite, I hold both their hands, and my curiosity gets the better of me. Damien’s the head Guard of the agency, yet Markum led today’s training. Why didn’t he do this for me himself? “Why was Markum’s name on the gift? And not yours,” I ask him while we drink tea. “This is Markum’s specialty. He insists on helping those who have suffered from domestic abuse,” Damien says with pride.

"Find what you're looking for?" Damien leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, a tumbler of bourbon dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. The camera feeds painted his torso in shifting blue shadows, illuminating the scars I hadn't known about three parallel lines raked across his pectoral, pale and raised like the marks of some great beast. I lifted the letter opener between us, letting moonlight dance along the blade. "Does the footage come with director's commentary, or do you just jack off to the silent reruns?"

stated Damien. “Take us with you. You do not how badly he injured Mark. So, we shall not take any kind of risk. Mark told me how he defies the rules made for Devils so it is better to be cautious than be regretful later,” Lucian suggested. Damien gave a tiny smile to Lucian and said, “I will go there myself. I found out he works in 360 degree World News Station, the same workplace as Lily. He might harm her so, just protect her. Don’t complain later that I did not tell you,” Damien asserted, looking at Mark who gave a nod.

Damian jumped up, pointed at me, and said, "Uma! There's a woman in your closet!" Uma knocked Damian's head and said, "Be quiet! Knucklehead! Do you want those soldiers to come back?!" "Ouch! It hurts!" Damian covered his crewcut head and dodged. He was surprisingly agile. Is he a boxing fighter? I thought to myself. Uma stroked Damian's head and said, "Don't act like a spoiled child to me. You've got punched in the fight club all the time." Damian turned his head toward me and said, "My name is Damian Pedersen and I'm Milo's cousin. Are you the lady who attacked Alpha Dire?"