Damon Albarn Young Novels & Stories

“Don’t tease. Have you seen him? Is he… is he still at the garage?” Damon was the pack's next Alpha, waiting for his parents to finally retire which they'd made clear they wouldn't do until he found his mate and marked her. By day, he worked as a mechanic, grease under his nails and a quiet patience in his chest. A graduate with a younger sister still in school, both his parents alive and healthy. He fixed cars in his free time, not out of necessity but because he liked the hum of an engine coming back to life. I'd spent so many afternoons lying on the concrete floor of his garage, watching him work, pretending I wasn't memorizing the way the light caught the angles of his face.

she finished. Damon was a loose cannon the Elders in the Hunter Organization had crafted. He was terrible, and now no one could stop the explosion that was going to take place, with him loose in the US, doing whatever he wanted to. Even when she tried to help her little cousin, the first brother she ever knew and loved… he was unreachable to her. Aléa let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Alistair, with him was a young man that looked to be a little older than Leo. The man stretched his hand to Mr. Alistair and said with a bright smile “long time no see Mr. Alistair” Mr. Alistair shook his hand and said with a warm smile “so it is you Mr. Damon, it has been a while since we last met” Mr. Alistair then looked at the young man beside him and asked “who is this dashing young man?”

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

"My Uncle has invited me already! I have the letter right here!" Damon didn't even flinch. "I am the Alpha, my word is law. Your uncle reports to the Martial Lord, and he listens to his Alpha, and that is me. I'll make sure your invitation letter gets torn before the sun sets." I almost forgot who Alpha Damon truly was: the one in charge of the areas of land in Agolia, including my house, where he stopped by to visit me whenever he wanted to. Now, face to face with him, my heart was pounding while his words hit my eardrums with fear. "I know, but Damon…"

Damon is very talented, he has a very outstanding memory and the ability to create things using little equipments in his environments. According to what Old Lady Burgundy told Curly, Damon started making machinery when he was six and now that he is grown man, he has his name inscribed on many bow and arrows. The Princess paused on her track the moment her ears captured a pain filled groan. She wondered what that was. After confirming that the groan is truly coming from someone, Curly looked around. She followed the sound of the groans and finally saw him there...lying there in his own pool of blood and on the thorny trap.

a deep baritone voice resounded from behind him and he was quickly towered by a masculine man with a rather cold look on his face. “Damien, what are you doing here? I thought you left after the dinner?” he asked. Damien is the world’s youngest Major General. He is also the eldest son of his Uncle, Asael Knoxx, and his wife Kirsten Knoxx. His uncle had three children with Kirsten and another daughter, Aria Pendragon, with his ex-fiance, Athalia Pendragon.

“Why aren't you listening?!” “He's too busy looking at the chest, I mean the charming people entering the hall.” Johnny chuckled and gained a death glare from Damian. “That's working!” Tom clapped his hands. “If only you saw how Damian was looking at you. He was melting!” Avery blushed and stared at the DJ. “He doesn't look bad either,” Damian was wearing a white shirt along with a simple black blazer. His hair was styled with a black and white bandana, making him look classy and hot at the same time.

“She's beautiful and good at what she does. There's no doubt she hit the fame button so quickly.” Let me get this straight. “So…uh- you like things like that? Like streaming and stuff?” Damon smiled, “Of course silly. I work there, you remember? Lorraine and—” “Oh! Yes!” I exclaimed when it finally clicked in my head. “Yes, you work with them. How could I have forgotten that? That's cool. That's cool…” Don't push it, Alaina. I pushed it. I looked up at him. “So you're a good fan of Queen Of Dawn?”

And when he saw Alma, he stood. “Miss Vale,” he said. “The Core-breaker herself.” Alma approached him slowly. “Damon.” “You’re either brave or foolish to show up here,” he said. “Some of these men would kill to own what’s in your head.” She leaned in, her voice like silk. “They’d have to get through me first.” A tense smile. Then Damon stepped aside to reveal a young woman seated beside him. “Alma, meet my daughter. Selene Kael.”