Damien Monster Prom Novels & Stories

Mason staggered forward, blood smearing his shirt, his face pale. "You’re making a mistake," he rasped. "He’s not on our side." Evelyn didn’t look at him. She couldn’t—not when the guilt of Emily’s body still lay between them. "I know," she said. "I know exactly what he is." Her eyes locked with Damian’s again. A monster. And now, for the first time in her life, Evelyn was about to fight monsters—by becoming one. Damian stepped closer, his voice dropping low enough that only she could hear.

It hovered, hissed, and lowered slowly onto the platform. Elena raised her weapon. The hatch opened. Smoke poured out. For a moment, no one moved. Then a silhouette stepped through the haze. A man—tall, cloaked, his hood down. Elena’s breath caught. "Monroe?" Grayson asked, tense beside her. But as the smoke cleared, Elena realized it wasn’t Lucian Monroe. It was Damien. He was limping, blood staining his coat, a long gash across his face. "I come alone," he said, voice raw.

"Tonight is the night we dance. I hope you are ready. If you are ready, tonight is the night for you to find out the answers to secrets you've pondered your whole life. If you think you can handle it, then meet me tonight after the sun goes down in Portsmouth." Shock becomes a mask pulled over my face. Brandon hadn't been bluffing. He had wanted me to really trust him. Not only that, but he wanted me to come to Portsmouth. Portsmouth is where the vampires and fang bangers hang out. These vamps weren't the glittering sex coated marvels of old movies. The squadron didn't even get kills in Portsmouth. Vampires took care of their problems. If you broke the code down there, you would be found dra

Damian answered as he walked closer to him and shot him on this second leg. He screamed out louder when he felt the injury pierce his skin. Damian didn’t stop there and went ahead to shoot his two hands so he would be paralyzed. “Arghhhhh!!!!!!!!!” Grey screamed out louder. “I should use you as a scape goat to anyone that tries to cross me. Be it friend or foe. They always die miserably.” Damian said as he finally released the last bullet on his forehead. The door was suddenly barged open, revealing Mark who had a blood splattered on his face and body.

"Who the hell would know you were here?" Damien grunted; he knew exactly who was out there, that asshole Scott. Somehow he had traced them to her house. He had sat up on the hill overlooking her back yard and had waited until his intended target stepped in front of a window. It only took her just a few seconds more to put it together and she cursed. What could she do to get them out of this crazy situation? Then she had it. "Damien, crawl down to the basement before you leave any blood on the floor. I'm going to call the Sheriff and report this."

You Rejected Me, Remember? The front door blew open. Rain swept into the entry hall in a cold silver sheet. Beyond the porch, the yard was full of eyes. Silver eyes. Dozens of them. Watching from between the black pines, from the edge of the broken stone path, from the shadows beneath the old oak tree. Rogues. Or whatever the hell they were. Half-wolf. Half-man. Half-nightmare. Math had stopped mattering. Damien moved down the stairs with lethal calm, one hand braced against his bleeding side, the other already shifting into claws.

The both of them chuckled softly, Mason relieved to know that his friend was handling this better than he thought. The next morning, Damon was at the airport, ready to board the flight when he heard a familiar voice call out to him. He closed his eyes wishing he could disappear – or that thing that kids who think there’s a monster under their be – if they can’t see the monster, the monster can’t see them. But Damon knew he wasn’t that lucky. And Julie wasn’t a monster. "Damon!"

They look at each other before turning back to us, their gazes deadly. I tense up even more, ready to run when Damian starts to speak. “Look here buddy, why don’t you just get out of here. I don’t wanna fight you but if I have to I will. Trust me when I say you don’t want this fight to happen.” That’s when I notice that Damian’s voice sounds different. It's deeper and scarier. I look at him and see his eyes are almost pure black except for his irises. They are bright red. The robbers just shake their heads and start to run at us. I let out a scream and close my eyes, throwing my arms out in front of me as a wave of power leaves my body through my hands. It pushes me away from Damian and I al

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.”