Monster Prom Damien Novels & Stories

Damien. I sit and pick at my food, watching the city below. Humans drive home from work, crowd into buses, laugh on sidewalks. They have problems—bills, bosses, relationships—but none of them know what it feels like to have your soul ripped in half in front of a room full of people. Lucky. The study door opens. Damien steps out, jacket off now, white shirt rolled up at the sleeves. There’s ink on one of his forearms—a dark, intricate design that disappears under the cuff.

“Only if you promise to grade me with your cock in my throat.” Damien’s eyes flashed. “Brat.” “Your favorite brat.” He smiled, looking entirely too fond. “Damn right.”

Titan flashes through my mind and my chest tightens. So much for promises. I knock. The door opens. I take one step inside and freeze. Damien sits sprawled in his chair like he owns the world—lazy, lethal, beautiful. One elbow is braced against the armrest, his head propped on his hand, long dark hair falling loose around his shoulders like he couldn’t be bothered to tie it back for anyone. Strands slip forward when he tilts his head, framing a face carved sharp enough to cut—high cheekbones, a strong nose, a mouth built for sin and bad decisions.

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.

🌹 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.

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Damien pov I am Damien Montenegro. People always regard me as a ruthless billionaire but am actually a ruthless vampire, a vukodlak vampire. I do not have pale skin like other vampires. I look exactly like humans, no difference. I possess both a witch and a werewolf power which means I can shapeshift into anything. "Damien , lord Montenegro will like to see you." Max said Max is my best friend, also my right hand man. Even though we were close friends, I do not entertain rudeness or friendly insults.

A strange kind of wave of relief ran in his body after knowing that she is not a lesbian. All of them finished their breakfast silently... ***** They were in the basement, Damian was standing in front of a man who was hanging in front him covered in his own blood, Rose and jack standing behind him with 2 other men... Damian was looking dangerously calm, his hands covered in blood and veins of his muscular arms were popping out due to his rolled up sleeves, he again sliced one of his finger making him scream in agony. "I won't repeat myself, Where is my drugs?..."

"I'm listening." Kendrick launched into a detailed explanation of his plans, but Damon's mind began to wander. He was thinking about the potential profits, the ways he could manipulate Kendrick to get what he wanted. Just as Kendrick finished his pitch, Damon's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening. "Excuse me for a moment," he said, standing up. He stepped out of the room, his right-hand man, Marcus, waiting for him in the hallway. "What is it?" Damon asked, his voice low and even.

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