Damien Monster Prom Novels & Stories

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

Damien actually wanted to hangout with his friends..MJ(mason jnr) and Edward Johnson(Eddy). they have been friends since childhood. they know each other deepest secret and most happy memories...they are like brother's, when Damien wanted to look for a pretty girl to set a barrier against him and Elena they gave him their full support. Damien have to leave his friend for some minute in order to check on his new contract wife. after talking to Arrya and make sure she ate

And that was all I needed. Dante growled, almost taunting me. But he has no idea the damage I could do when I swung the hammer and hit him between his legs, and the howl to let out was enough to blow his lungs out. Even the guards flinched, and Lilliana’s knuckles went white. The fear in her eyes was so obvious and alive when Viktor turned to Dominic. “Are you ready?” he asked, and Dominic gave a slight nod. I fought the urge to take over because I was not sure if he had it in him to do whatever it takes to get the information out of her. But above all, he was a Romano.

Vivian said, her voice filled with a mix of disgust and disbelief at Damian's actions. “I have never denied the fact that I am a monster. That's what I am, but I am not the only monster that walks the earth," Damian replied, his tone defensive yet resigned. "The coven of the Red Spider was also made up of monsters, mostly women who took pleasure in sacrificing their fellow humans. In fact, they came after me with the intention of using me as the ultimate sacrifice of an immortal soul, but they met their deaths."

"Keep telling yourself that, baby but we all know the truth." My phone buzzed in Dante's hand and it was another message from Marcus. I'm coming for you soon. Sleep tight. Kai smiled and it was the scariest thing I'd ever seen. "Let him come. I could use the entertainment.”

I felt him before I saw him — that unmistakable commanding presence. Damien’s hands cupped my face gently. “Little girl,” he breathed, voice rough with emotion. “Are you sure you want to see your monster before you say forever?” I nodded. He removed the blindfold. Damien stood before me in a tailored black tuxedo that looked illegally perfect on his powerful frame. His steel-gray eyes burned as they took me in — robe, collar, bare feet, and all. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Then he dropped to one knee right there in the sand.

And what was the Dark King of the Dominion really planning? Chika leaned in, whispering to Lucien, "They're terrified of you." "Good," Lucien whispered back, his hand finding Chika’s under the table. "They should be. Because they haven't even seen the best part of the dream yet." He squeezed Chika’s hand, his touch warm and firm. Chika realized then that whether it was a dream or a nightmare, he was exactly where he wanted to be—at the side of the most dangerous man in the werewolf world.

Damian looked at his stepmother's face, who wore a devilish grin even as she pretended to be concerned, and then at his stepsister, who looked away from him. They weren't closed, and he knew that with Damon's return, there will still be war. "Get out! And don't forget, you have 24 hours left!" Mr. Mark warned angrily, while Damian turned and walked out of the mansion. He went back to his car, got into it, and drove back to his own residential estate. His anger was boiling, but he was not afraid of his younger half-brother's return. Damian went back to his mansion to re-strategize. As he was not scared of Damon's return, he already had plans to secure his future, knowing that his father could

"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?"

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.