Damien Monster Prom Novels & Stories

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

“I would maintain order.” The words settled like ash. There he was. All of him. The monster did not always snarl. Sometimes it used words like order. Protection. Peace. “You should go,” I said. Damien’s eyes narrowed. “You have until dawn.” “I heard you.” “Come alone.” “I heard that too.” His gaze moved to Cassian. “If he is with you, I kill everyone you leave behind.” The clearing went dead silent. No one breathed. No child cried. Even the fire seemed to quiet.

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“Ares is young, and because of that his brothers would do anything to protect him. They are also far more dangerous than you can imagine.” “I have seen far more dangerous men, and I have dealt with them.” I said. “Look at you, sounding like a gangster.” Damien laughed. It was a genuine laughter, and it seemed to light up his eyes. I looked away. I didn’t want to be blinded by how beautiful they were, reminding myself along the line that this man was a monster. When we got to the mansion where the event was held. Damien’s expression had changed as he stared at me. The soft look had died, and he appeared cold.

My phone buzzed on the bathroom counter—Mom’s name flashing on the screen with a video call request. We both froze. Damien smirked, reaching past me to silence it. “Better answer that later. Wouldn’t want her hearing how loud her daughter screams for her stepson’s cock.” I shoved at his chest, but I was already smiling despite myself. This was going to be the longest—and hottest—summer of my life. And the scariest part? I wasn’t sure I wanted it to end.

He holds the arm in a vice grip, shaking it like a ragdoll, refusing to release him for several long, agonizing seconds. Finally, Damien throws him aside like worthless trash. He spits blood onto the ground, his chest heaving. There is no mercy in his eyes, only a promise of endless pain. "You will beg for death long before I allow it," Damien says, his voice dropping into a deadly whisper. "I will uncover the truth. And when I find the monster who dared touch my brother through you... they will pray the Moon Goddess never created them. As for you..." He leans closer, his breath hot against Aiden’s ear. "You will regret the day you ever laid a hand on Harris."

Been deserted for many years. Ideal region for a monster to cover. They drove in silence. Celeste's thoughts wouldn't forestall racing. seeking to parent out a plan that failed to give up together with her dead or reprogrammed. "You're scared," Damien said. "Of course I am scared.” "Good. Scared means you're thinking clearly." "I'm scared I'll fail. That he'll win. That I'll become what he wants me to be." "You won't." "You can not promise that."

A magical social feed opened like a twisted version of F******k. RonanDuskbane posted: “New moon training group meets at midnight. If you’re too slow, don’t bother showing up.” KaelithD posted a poll: “Who’s hotter: me, or me on fire?” Faculty Reminder: “Do not summon demons in the cafeteria again.” I sat back and let out a long, slow breath. Magic. Memory loss. Monsters. And a talking wolf in my head. This was going to be wild.

My blood froze. My eyes darted between them, unsure of what was happening. And then, it hit me, that disturbing realization that Damian wasn’t the only monster in this room. Maybe this one was much worse…

Everything kept on spinning, crashing down around me as I tried to process what I'd just seen. "I know it's a lot," Damien continued with a softer tone, almost pleading. "But you need to understand.... I'll never hurt you." I shook my head, taking a shaky step back. "Hurt me? Damien, you're a... a monster!!" His face twisted in pain, but he nodded, as if he'd expected that response. "If that's what you want to think of me, fine. But I came here to keep you safe." I struggled to find my voice, the anger bubbling up through the confusion. “Safe from what?”