Damien Monster Prom Novels & Stories

She thrived and fought but when she couldn't tolerate this any further, she decided to abandon herself and embraced the dark side. Damien lowered his gaze and leaned his forehead against the cold railings. He sucked the life out of the girl and he was well aware that he will be solely responsible for turning her into a monster. ***** End of Season 1.

He didn't call his name because he didn't want to gather or attract any attention to himself plus he had to make sure that Alex would be the only one there. He checked all the spots that he knew Damien to always be at. Alex was about to give up his search for him when he saw Damien coming down the stairs that led to the attic. "What's wrong? Why were you screaming my name like that?" Damien 's face contorted into a slight frown that disappeared like it never appeared in the first place. Alex heaved a sigh of relief as he walked in haste in a bid to meet Damien 's pace who turned towards another direction as he dragged the decoration lights with him. Damien suddenly stood frozen on a spot whe

Raven knew he was right, it had taken all her willpower to stop him from going any further, she had enjoyed it so much and the kiss was way different from her ex's kisses. "Raven?" "Yes?" "Penny for your thoughts," Damien replied. "Nothing." "Doesnt seem like it to me." "I need to go sleep." "Can I come with you?" Damien asked. Raven was surprised when she actually thought about it, "NO!" Damien grinned, "Well then dream of me."

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

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

"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