Damien Monster Prom Novels & Stories

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

Why the hell did I think this was a good idea? I thought of the photo of my dad’s corpse—pale, drained, abandoned in a filthy alley. “What am I?” Damien pressed. “A monster. Like all of your kind.” Damien laughed, but his eyes stayed cold. “Petty humans,” he muttered, his voice thick with contempt. “I will marry your mother. And there’s nothing a brat like you can do about it. Now—get out.” My legs moved on instinct. Only once I’d exited the building entirely did I finally exhale. Damn that devil. ( Check out My Stepfather Is A Vampire )

Damien…was the monster. “The keys,” Aimee said, voice trembling. “What?” He shook his head, tightening his fingers around the keys. “I can’t! She is a fucking murderer.” “The keys, Damien!” She screamed at him, heart spasming at the hurt jolting through her. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing and spat through tightly held teeth. “NO. You can’t believe what that son of a bitch said. Maybe she’s working with him or some shit like that. Maybe this was planned by the Black Moon Pack. Yes, that’s why he’s protecting her! That video is obviously fake.” His voice was frantic now and he darted his eyes all over the room, looking for a voice alongside his, echoing his mad allegations.

"You are." "No." Sebastian took another step closer. Two feet between them now. Damian could see the flecks of gold in his dark irises, the small scar on his chin from a fight two seasons ago, the way his chest rose and fell like he was running a marathon standing still. "I'm the monster you've been waiting for." Damian's back hit the lockers.

"But it's only a dream love. It's not real." "But that wasn't the worst part Dad." Max said sitting up and facing Damon with wide worried eyes. Magnus watched Max, feeling his body tense with a deep feeling of dread. Max wiped his nose with the corner of his blanket as his eyes began to well with tears. "A m-monster came out of the pond...a giant, red beast..." ...with broken wings of dazzling white flames and eyes so dark and merciless, to look upon them would destroy your mind and leave you screaming and writhing in agony... Damon shuddered as Max's monster appeared before his eyes, rising from a pool of pitch and flames.

Do not allow Jack to fall into this monster’s trap. Damien orders a live session with Jack. I saw Jack’s face but his gaze was as if he never noticed me. “Touch her and have your body cut limb by limb.” Jack blurted from the live camera. Damien burst into a dry laughter and had his hands resting on his hip side. “You will have to be here In the next 60 minutes or else I’d touch her and send her limb by limb to you. Imagine me slicing her woman to send to you so you could have a proper view and fantasy?”

asked Damian as he gawked at her " What's with that look ? Do you think just because I'm girl , I won't be able to take it ?" " you mean to say you can take it ?" " Of course I can !" retorted Rosalie with her arms folded in front . " Fine then let's bet " said Damian holding out his fist " we will watch a marathon of the most scary movies starting from The Exorcist and the first one who give up will treat the winner to a huge a meal at the Dalton's " " You are so on !" agreed Rosalie fist bumping with Damian and walked in the television room.

Drac spat, his eyes glowing red as his claws sank into Damion’s flesh. But Damion didn’t falter. With a snarl, he sank his teeth into Drac’s shoulder. Black liquid splattered, hissing as it hit the earth. Drac screeched, his form twisting grotesquely before he wrenched free and fled into the night. The remaining monsters fell. Their bodies scattered in mist, their shrieks fading. Silence. Damion stood tall, his chest heaving, eyes still blazing. “This is just the first attack,” he growled. “A warning. They’ll come again. Stronger.”

To dominate. Subject Omega wasn’t just Damien’s echo. He was Monroe’s masterpiece. Aurora’s POV I watched Damien sleep that night—or tried to. He shifted restlessly, sweat beading at his temples, breath shallow. His dreams were violent. Tormented. I reached out to brush his hair back, but his hand shot up, grabbing my wrist. “Damien—” His eyes opened, wild for a moment, then slowly recognized me. “You were dreaming again,” I whispered. “I saw him,” he said, voice hoarse. “He was standing in front of Monroe. Like a son.”

I said as tears rolled down my eyes. "Don't blame yourself my darling daughter. We are the ones to be blamed for this. We kept the truth from you thinking you would be shattered after hearing this scaring news. We are so sorry please. Forgive us if you can."said both mom and dad. After sometime we went to our bedrooms to sleep. Dreaming had become my daily life. That night in my dreams I again met with my friend Bat. This time he wasn't alone, he was with a very tall and giant old man who had red eyes that were glowing in the dark. They were both coming to me.