Damien X Novels & Stories

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

Damien stressed, “It is not us that wanted whatever happened to them. It was their deepest desires, and we’re simply helping them get it. You know that it’s truth.” Damien pointed the human, “This kid, he was heartbroken because his parents were killed and I’m currently helping him find the perpetrators and the kill them. Isn’t that very amazing?” Xavier didn’t answer the demon, he knows how cunning Damien is, he’s only saying it to twist Chris’ mind.

After his dead Lunas, he must have been with several other shewolves to pass the time. And maybe she was reading too much meaning into what was happening, yet he wasn't proving her wrong. "You should get dressed," Damien said, climbing down from the bed. He did a little stretch before walking to the closet. He pulled out a white button-down shirt, slipped it on, and rolled his sleeves. A few top buttons were undone, allowing Emberlynn to catch glimpses of his dark mat hair. The matted hair she had played with the night before. "What's the occasion?" she asked, swallowing slowly as her gaze trailed down to the dark jeans he wore. It fitted his muscular build perfectly, and she conjured a vivi

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“That was quick.” I sighed, grateful for the distraction. “Because there wasn’t any real training,” I muttered. Kai smirked. “She’s impatient.” Damien let out a soft chuckle. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He turned his focus back to me. “If you’re free now, you should come with me. I want to show you something.” I frowned. “Show me what?” “My workshop.” My frown deepened. “Your workshop?” Kai was the one who answered. “Damien isn’t just an intellectual lycan—he’s a genius. He’s the one who designs most of the warcraft and weapons used in Blackwood and beyond.”

Maybe if I kill Matias… I let the thought trail off. It would be a fantastic move but a terrible addition to my plan. I can't have two of their assassins die in my hands. I've been lucky the first time, I don't know if I could hitchhike through the second death within their circle especially if the reason is me, again. And if Vincenzo can't see right through me I'm sure Sebastian or Bast as he introduced himself, would surely do. Sebastian Grey. Instead of warmth, I felt dread whenever I see him or when our eyes met. And not just because of his physical monstrosity, it's the way his gaze seems to penetrate deep through my dark core.

"Hehe sorry." I turn my attention back to Damian. "She said you are a demon." I step away from him. "But yet you don't act like one. Yes your eyes change color but you don't try to harm anyone or kill them. You haven't stolen any souls either… as far as I know. And your aura isn't dark either like a demon's would be. We're going to need some help with this." I head into my work room and set the herbs down as I grab a piece of paper and an envelope. I dip my feather in the ink and start to write a letter to my close friend's Bella and Casey. Bella is a Psychic Siren and Casey is a Cosmic Warlock. If anyone knows anything about what Damian could be, it's them. I finish up the letter and put it

“I know. But it’s not new for me. I told you he had a scary part, right? You might be seeing it soon.” There was silence between them. Arya sat besides him, looking down at the rubbles the explosion caused. “Hey, I’m betting they were wrong though but is Damien all sweet and smiley like he is with me? Does he have a darker or more unstable side? I’m sorry I’m asking.” She muttered. There was silence again. “I’m telling you as my family, not as my sister-in-law. Damien grew up with a lot of burden as his father had died quite early.” Connor said.

She is going to hate me if she finds out I have been smooching her stepbrother. "Hey babe," Damian said while coming into the bedroom and disconnecting me from my thoughts. He climbed on the space beside me as he removed his shorts he was on leaving just his boxes, I shyly look away. "You are still shy aren't you?" he said as he teases my neckline with his tongue and inhales my scent, placing soft kisses on my lips. he looked into my eyes and said

* * They stood facing each other like warriors. "You know why I am here, where is my sister?" Xander asked. "As you know, she is not here." Damien replied. "The last time I checked she is your luna." Xander said. "She was." Damien corrected him. Xander had tried reaching out to Nicole but she was neither picking her call nor answering her messages. She got him so worried about her. "Haven't you heard that she is not my mate and that the pretty lady over here is." Damien said.