Monster Prom Damien Novels & Stories

Awaiting your orders. Damien stared at the message for a long second. Relief that she was safe mixed with cold fury at the men who had taken her. He typed back: Damien: Bring her to me. Clean and gentle. Tell her I’m coming. Then bring Victor and Marcus to the warehouse. I want to have a conversation with them first. He slipped the phone into his pocket and looked out into the night, jaw set. The dark side of him and the one that had built his empire on more than just legitimate business was fully awake now. Nothing anybody could do can stop him now. And for Elena, he would let it loose without even hesitating.

**Lennon (11:05 AM):** working out? **Damian (11:06 AM):** Yeah! **Lennon (11:06 AM):** can i see? A few seconds stretched. Lennon stared at the screen like it might bite him. Then the photo loaded. Damian in the penthouse gym—shirtless, skin gleaming with fresh sweat under the overhead LEDs. Chest carved, shoulders broad, arms flexed from whatever set he’d just finished. One hand held the phone out for the mirror selfie; the other raked back through damp, dark hair. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, devastating path down the center of his sternum, past the snarling bear tattoo, disappearing into the deep V below his navel. The waistband of his black gym shorts sat low. Too low.

Made my bones rattle. Damien's eyes shifted. His pupils expanded until almost no grey remained. Just golden-yellow. Pure predator. He looked up toward the catwalk. Toward the man who'd shot me. "Luca." The name came out as a snarl. Everything happened too fast. Damien stood. His body shifted partially. Claws extended. Muscles rippled under his shirt. He moved like liquid. The man on the catwalk tried to run. Tried to reload his rifle. Damien was already there. He jumped. Grabbed the edge of the catwalk. Pulled himself up like he weighed nothing.

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."

The volcanic glass punched through the gap in the vertebrae. The beast shrieked—a sound like metal tearing. It bucked violently. Damian was thrown. He flew through the air, crashing into the ruins of the old Pack House fireplace. The beast collapsed. Its front legs gave way. It crashed into the dirt, sliding forward, its massive jaw stopping inches from Leo’s feet. The Architect fell off, rolling into the dust. Silence returned. "Damian!" I screamed, breaking formation. I ran to the ruins. He was lying in the rubble. He wasn't moving. I fell to my knees beside him. "Damian? Damian, look at me." His eyes were open. He blinked slowly. Blood was trickling from his ear. "Did I..." he wheezed. "D

“ Mom , how was I supposed to know that he was your best friend’s son ? “ said Damian . “ I have told you many times that madam Laura Landar is my bets friend . Just from the surname Landar you should have understood it on your own . You are so smart so I thought this much would make sense to you but it looks like I truly underestimated your ability to ignore your mother’s words . “ said madam Diana annoyed . “ What happened , happened mom ! “ said Damian . “ Tell me , how far have the two of you gone ? “ asked madam Diana . “ We have already slept together a couple of times . “ said Damian . The look on madam Diana’s face made Damian feel the chills for the first time in a while in his life

He detested them and preferred to stay away from knowing anything about them. "You do have a point though. Those bastards really are the absolute worst and we should expect nothing less from them." Damien said as his memory flashed back to the time when he was attacked by one of them out of nowhere. About eight years ago, Damien was attacked by a Redmoon pack member who had been sent to assassinate him. Fortunately for Damien, he was able to immediately detect the presence of his assailant as soon as she was close enough and when they both got into a fight, he overpowered her and used his claws to dive deep into her heart, killing her instantly. He had gone against a good number of them at o

Do not allow Jack to fall into this monster’s trap. Damien orders a live session with Jack. I saw Jack’s face but his gaze was as if he never noticed me. “Touch her and have your body cut limb by limb.” Jack blurted from the live camera. Damien burst into a dry laughter and had his hands resting on his hip side. “You will have to be here In the next 60 minutes or else I’d touch her and send her limb by limb to you. Imagine me slicing her woman to send to you so you could have a proper view and fantasy?”

About Rain sleeping in his room with her notebook on the shelf and her mother's photograph on the windowsill and her wolf still becoming what it was going to be. He picked up his phone. Called Cole. Cole answered immediately. "I need you," Damien said quietly. "Now. My office." "On my way," Cole said. No questions. Just — on my way. Damien set the phone down. He looked at the city. He had faced enemies before. Had built an empire on the foundation of loss and come out the other side. Had faced Harlan and Rook and Marcus and everything that had come with all of them. But this was different.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”