Monster Prom Damien Novels & Stories

MJ said before leaving. Damien enters his room, looking at his sleeping twin. He sat on his bed and buried his head in his palm and tears began to pour down. He had never felt this weak in his entire life before, he knew she was there. If only he was fast, he would have met her and had his wife back. Something is telling him the enemy is his mom and he's going to find out. Damien cleaned his face and stood up, he gently walked out of his room and back downstairs.

"Not since that dirty cop, the one working with Kendrick who managed to sneak his way into your ranks. That whole mess...trying to sabotage your operations for revenge. That was the last time I had a dream this vivid." Damien nodded slowly, his expression unreadable for a second before his hand slid up to cup the back of my neck. "Makes sense. Yesterday was another brush with death." He said, his tone grim. "That traitor at the dock tried to poison you, and your body…your mind probably reacted the only way it knows how." I ran a hand through my hair, staring down at the crumpled sheets. Or maybe it was the bad energy Damien’s mother was giving me…like my body could feel I wasn’t safe. Like s

That same calm confidence, God, it was unnerving. Ryan stepped forward again, closing the space between us. “I asked you a question,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He moved slightly in front of me, a clear Alpha gesture. “Who are you?” People had started whispering. I could feel eyes on us from every direction. Great. Just fucking great. The last thing I needed was a scene. But Damien didn’t even flinch. His gaze finally shifted to Ryan, slow and steady. “My name is Damien,” he said casually. “I’m a friend of Mikaela’s… from Silvermoon.”

The Gamma’s screams echoed through the hall, but Damian did not stop. “Mercy!” the Gamma sobbed at last, barely able to speak through swollen lips and shattered teeth. “End it… please…” But Damian only smirked, his face dark with a rage that chilled the blood. His voice was a low growl. “End it? Oh no. I’ve only just begun.” With savage precision, Damian broke the Gamma’s arms, then his legs, the sound of snapping bones sickeningly loud. Blood pooled at their feet. Then, as the Gamma’s screams reached new heights of agony, Damian used his claws to skin him—slowly, methodically—making sure that Rose and Marko had no choice but to watch every single second.

they replied in unison. " That will be all for now" said Damian. They stood up and left the office. He stood up and started pacing the office immediately they left. He was angry because the day that was supposed to be one of the happiest days of their lives was turned into a blood bath. He lost fifteen of his warriors and now his mate was unconscious. He will find a way to defeat the demon king. That was a promise he will keep even if it costs him his life. **** It was late at night when he finished his meetings. His mother left few minutes after he entered. Damian stripped out of his clothes and went to take a shower. He came back when he was done and sat down on the bed.

Then he stripped. God, the sight of him. Broad shoulders, defined chest, the V of his hips leading down to his thick, already hard cock. The scar from the prison stabbing had faded to a silver line across his side. A battle mark. Proof we’d survived. Damien crawled over me, careful not to put weight on my abdomen. His mouth found mine in a claiming kiss before trailing lower—neck, collarbone, breasts. He latched onto one nipple gently, tasting the milk that came too easily these days. The sensation shot straight between my legs.

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The penthouse felt too quiet and too big. The elevator chimed around midnight. Damien walked in. His shirt was half unbuttoned, showing his tattooed chest and hard muscles. He looked like he had been drinking. He saw me on the couch and walked straight over. “Drinking alone, stepmother?” he asked. “Waiting for my father again?” I stood up. “I am not waiting for anyone. I just want peace.” “Peace?” He stepped closer. “You will never have peace here. You sold yourself to a monster. My father destroys everything he touches.”

“The signal—it’s already broadcasting.” Julian raised his weapon again. “We take him out. Now.” But Monroe only smiled. “Kill me, and he still wakes. Kill him, and the code rebounds. But join me…” His eyes landed on Damien. “…and we could end this.” A silence fell. Damien felt everything—the heat of Aurora beside him, the cold logic of Monroe’s twisted vision, the storm pressing in from all sides. He took a breath. And then he raised his weapon. “I’m done being your experiment.” And pulled the trigger.

“No way!” “Yeah, way.” “Wait…is that why you didn’t suddenly back out of the prank war so abruptly, Brother?” Elena asked in between fits of laughter. Damien didn’t respond; he simply took another gulp of coffee. “Of course, that's why. Damien was red for a full ninety-two hours after that.” “That damn cat is a demon,” Damien grumbled again, glaring at a lazy-eyed Lola who returned the energy to him. “Oh, please, Damien.” I caressed her fur even more. “She’s just a baby. Please, Allister, send the footage to me.”