Damien Markiplier Novels & Stories

I roared, trying to take a swipe at him, but he was faster. Damien caught my wrist with unreal speed, immobilizing me before I could even blink. It hurt so much I felt my bones were going to pulverize. “I know everything, Mark” Damien whispered. “I know you want your mate back. I know you want to see Killian begging. And I know that for that you need... an upgrade.” He let go of my hand and reached into his black leather bag. He pulled out a small metal box, the size of a pack of cigarettes.

Maybe the members could actually help me, with that i decided to d******d the platform and get into the group. Operation: Seduce Damian is ongoing.

Damien’s POV The hot water did little to settle my thoughts. I stood under the shower longer than I should have, the sting on my chest reminding me of what was still healing—and what wasn’t. I need answers. Real ones and fast. If what Mark said was true—if the Black Reapers were somehow connected to that motorcycle nearly running down Celeste—then sitting around in this apartment, playing the obedient patient, wasn’t going to cut it. I dried off roughly, wrapped the towel around my waist, and stepped out of the bathroom. Darrow was already coordinating with the team. I just had to get dressed, make a plan, and—

Mark doubled over, coughing and groaning in pain. "Don’t ever come near my wife again," Damian growled. "If I see you within ten feet of her, I’ll make sure you disappear. No police. No mercy. Just gone." Blood trickled from Mark’s lip as he wheezed, dragging himself away. "You’re crazy. You’re both crazy." Damian turned to me, his breathing heavy, eyes scanning me for any sign of harm. "Are you okay? Did he touch you?" I shook my head, still in shock. "No. But he tried to scare me. He... he followed me."

Mark is weak, and he is vulnerable; he is a complete nobody. But there begs the question, do I truly want to take the life of a man that has not done any wrong to me? Well, yet, he will come for Mirabelle. Though, he still has much to say, “So the great Damien is going to my whore.” And that is me, that restraint I thought I had composed, snaps. There is no fucking way I am dropping this.

"But I'm curious, is that the extent of the issue between you and Miya?" Damian took action in response to the question. He swiped at the red icon on the screen without saying goodbye to the person he was talking to on the phone. Damian thought to himself, "This is useless." He drove back to his vehicle quietly, his hands quickly searching for the contact he needed. Marcus Whitney.

On the Other Side of the Gallery A black limousine pulled up in front of the gallery. Mark, Damian’s loyal assistant, opened the door. Damian Xavier stepped out with a heavy yet commanding stride. Five years had passed, but his face looked older than his years. There was a permanent trace of exhaustion on his face, and his once-sharp eyes often looked hollow. "Sir, are you sure you want to attend this? You have a board meeting in an hour," Mark said hesitantly.

“I think Mark blushes too—he just does it on the inside.” We both chuckled, and for a brief moment, the tension in my shoulders eased. Alex placed Liana back in her high chair and offered her a sippy cup. She took it with both hands like it was the most important mission of her life. I leaned against the counter, folding my arms. “So now that Diana’s been cleared of espionage, can we talk about the Damian situation?” He nodded, all traces of humor fading from his expression. “We need to be careful. He’s not just fishing for drama. He’s targeting specific assets and based on the legal papers Julius and Mark found, he’s going after some of our shares under a ghost company registered in Cyprus.

Damien Porter, the hottest guy in our school and future Alpha of the Blood Stone pack where I live. He's 6'3 and sexy as fuck. Dark wavy hair with amber colored as, and sculpted 8-pack set of abs. He's every girl's wet dream and every guy's best friend in our High School. Damien’s parents Alistair and Raven Porter are the Alpha and Luna of our pack. They are also millionaires. His mother is a well-known interior designer, his father is an IT tycoon. Alpha Alistair owns four companies. One in Technology, One Hospital, One University, and a Law office. Damien has two other brothers and two sisters. His brothers Alec and Wilson the twins. They are in their Sophomore year. Damien is hot as fuck

That has been used against me in the past and it didn't make any difference. Damien could sense what Mark was looking for and he decided that even if Elena wanted to call this human a friend, this friend would try to kill him if he thought he needed to. Damien paused for a second, contemplating whether to tell Mark of his ability to survive just about any wound. Yes, I need to make sure Mark doesn't think he can kill me, so he will stop planning on how to do it. Mark, I can heal from any wound. Do you understand that? I am immortal.