Damien Pip Novels & Stories

Somewher‌e beneath those clouds, amid the smoke of a compromised safeh‍o⁠use and the wr‍eckage of our shattered escape pl⁠an‌, Damien was either a‌ pr‍i⁠soner or a ghost. ⁠​I refused to e‌ntertain‌ the‍ concept of t⁠he latter. Damien’s min​d was a labyrinth of⁠ defensive protocols; he wouldn't allow himself to be extinguished easily. He was likely playing for time, using‍ his kn‌owle​dge of t⁠he Vane‍ netw‍ork's infrastructure to keep Vic​toria’s ext‍ra‍ction teams from executin​g him on the sp​ot. He knew I had​ t‌he deeds. He knew that as​ lo⁠ng as those‍ documents were unverif​ied, the g​lobal banking syndicate was stuck i‍n a l‌egal par‌alysis. He was using his o‍w‍n l‌ife as the ul​tima

Liam pulled me to my feet, steadying me as the chamber lights flickered again. “What’s happening?” I gasped. He grabbed my hand. “The system’s collapsing. We have to move.” We ran through the corridor, the metallic walls cracking with bursts of static. Sparks rained from the ceiling. My heart pounded as we pushed forward, the exit a blur of light ahead. But as we reached the final passage, the air shimmered—and a figure stepped out from the shadows. Damien. He looked different. The calmness that once defined him was gone. His eyes glowed faintly, threaded with blue light. The same light that had pulsed through Liam moments before.

Damien blabbed. "As much as it's hard to remember that you're still a child, I don't mean it the way you think. What I mean is that you can act like you really adore her and look up to her like you act around Helia. I know how you can get the key from her this way." Damien frowned. "Great!" Damien said sarcastically. "Once again, I'm the one who has to do the work." ******************** Danica groaned as Damien barged into her room. Danica looked from her phone to the 4ft10 (1.47 m) boy standing at her door with a plate of brown soup in his hands.

“Be quick we are leaving in some minutes.” Damien sighed. “I don’t think I can meet up, maybe I will meet you there.” Hugh nodded. “Cool, and bring your little pet if you want.” His eyes landed on me. It was full of disdain once again . What did I do to this dude? After Hugh left, Damien headed to the bathroom. When he emerged, water dripped from his hair and trailed down his toned body. He pulled on a shirt, but not before I caught myself staring. I quickly looked away, reminding myself who he was—a killer.

His jaw was the distinctive feature of him, it frames his face to look sharp-looking and look like the guys you find at the bar—enigmatic and distant, just staring at the people dance at the center. “W-why are you so nice to me?” Iris asked. She was thinking that she’s really lucky that William picked him as the one in charge of her after the tortures and beating sessions every time she tries to escape or try to kill William for a couple of times. Damien had been gentle on her since the beginning, but all she knows about him was his name and that he was a recruit from overseas. Damien continued to clean her wound, he put the hydrogen peroxide to disinfect it as he spoke, “Because my job is t

Damian said after he was also done dressing. He was dressed in sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt. He still managed to look hot in just simple wear, he held out his hand which I took. Damian is very charming and romantic, that's how it makes him the perfect serial killer. He can pick any girl of the street with ease and because the girls are willing no one will suspect anything.

"Your name and where you come from—if you want things handled in your favor." The assassin's eyes darted between us—lingering on Vad, then Nox next, before finally settling on me. And I held the urge to punch his face. "Maybe I should—" Vad started forward, but the assassin broke. "Damien. That’s my name. Damien from Moonviel Pack." Of course. My pack. My chest tightened. "Why were you sent here?" Nox's questioned. Damien's chains rattled as he shifted. "I was lieutenant of the pack house guard when your father was Alpha." His eyes bore into mine, heavy. "It was a tragedy what happened to your father—maybe deserving, but cruel. And then you..."

she said, reaching for my hand. "I'm sorry. "I said, squeezing her hand, "Alright, let's have it." "alright. So, it wasn't just a nightmare you were having. And, likely, all that you were dreaming about was possibly happening in real-time, someplace else." "and Damien? Who is Damien?" "well, Damien is the name of the master who toys with his members' minds. As it is, it seems like he might be looking for new members. He got one of my warriors today, and he almost killed a child."

Every time I looked at him…I was more than willing to commit any sin needed to have him. Damien wasn't a simple man. He was notorious for his deeds. Some called him a womanizer, some a spoiled brat, while others referred to him as a man who'd never slept with a woman more than twice. That was how the news depicted him based on his lifestyle, but in my eyes? He was a man of mystery—one you'd want to unravel even if you knew it would hurt you beyond measure. The sound of my phone buzzing broke the tense silence of my room.

" I was speechless. Who are you Katerina? I asked myself, repeating the same question someone asked me sometime ago. Was I still hallucinating or was I dead and in the spirit world already? This was all too much for me to comprehend. I could only make sure not to forget one thing, even if I forget everything else. And that's the name of the bastard that actually killed my parents, even if he had sent killers to do it on his behalf. Damien. Damien of the Full Moon pack. Oh, how dearly I will make him pay... "Moreover, it wasn't your time to die, it just wasn't your time my dear."