Monster Prom Damien Novels & Stories

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

My heart pounded, blood roaring in my ears as I prepared for another onslaught. But then I saw him—Damien. The entire cave seemed to hold its breath as he stood there, his presence commanding, his eyes locked on Zac. Damien moved with blinding speed. He reached down and grabbed Zac’s wolf, lifting him as if he weighed nothing. In one brutal, fluid motion, he twisted Zac’s head, snapping it with a sickening crack. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, he reached into Zac's chest, his claws ripping through flesh and bone, and pulled out his heart in one swift motion.

**** Damien, a young man with jet-black hair and bright blue eyes, sat at his desk and thought about what one of his friends had said. “Are you still happy to date a lot of women without getting married to any of them? Come on. You're already 27th. You should find your mate, someone to join you as an Alpha!” “Shit! Why do I still hear those words in my head!” Damien cried out. His office space felt tight and stifling. The air trapped inside it was no longer a breath of fresh air for his tired mind and soul. Damien was so desperate for peace that he left the office momentarily to get some fresh air outside.

Damien stepped off the creature, slipped through the broken window and landed gently between the intruder and the 2 young mages. “Settle down.” He told Johan and the dragon child before facing the intruder. “Stand down, Ombra,” he said, “I told you to wait for us.” “I wait for no one.” Ombra rumbled, but he stood at ease and stared annoyingly at the groundskeeper. “I told you to settle down,” Damien said once again as Johan and Dragon kept their stance, the blue flames still burning. “It’s okay, Johan,” Dorin reassured his roommate, “This is Damien Wolfsbane, he’s the University’s Groundskeeper,” he explained, “He’s a friend of Sebastian and mine...”

◇NO POV◇ In a room damien is breaking everything out of anger as his precious obsession is going out of his hands looking at his master in that kind of situation the assistant got panicked and asked "master what happened?? why you're looking so angry??" damien replied "how can I be without anger I made her to see how cruel that don is I made her to get scared of him but she got married to him I felt something suspicious like he threatened her so she might got married to him

"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

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

"You're not fucking serious, are you? Fuck you, alright? Fuck you. I'm not afraid of you, I never have been. What are you going to do? Kill me?" Damien smiles for the first time in days. He's going to enjoy this. "Meet me here in three hours," he says to the new driver as he parks in front of the apartment building. Every part of his body hurts. He hasn't had a decent exercise in some time. He didn't bother learning the man's name. If he stays longer than a month, perhaps he will. "Yes, sir." It's late, so there isn't anyone around to see him practically swimming in blood. The porter is asleep with his arms folded against his chest. Damien shakes his head as he makes his way to the elevator.

"Just promise me you'll be careful." "I promise," Clara said, though she knew she couldn't keep it. The pull of the forest, and the mysterious man within it, was too strong to ignore. *** Back in the Bloodstone Pack's territory, Marcus paced his chambers, his mind returning to the woman he had encountered. Liam entered, his expression concerned. "You seem troubled, Alpha." Marcus stopped, his eyes distant. "I met a woman in the forest. A human." Liam's eyes widened. "A human? That's unusual."

His presence alone made the men hesitate, their guns half-raised, uncertain. “You fire again,” Damon growled, eyes glowing dangerously, “and I swear, I’ll make sure your limbs are the first thing to go before your head follows. No one dares harm anyone within my territory grounds and if he thinks that he can do this then so help me God, I'm going to have his head and yours.” They hesitated. But not for long. He didn’t wait for them to decide. In a blur of movement too fast for human eyes, he crossed the distance. One man tried to aim. Damon’s fist met his jaw with a sickening crack. The second dropped the gun, hands raised, Damon kicked it aside and shoved him into the side of the building.