Monster Prom Damien Novels & Stories

Fiona asked before leading us through the last bit of woods, directly to the shore of Seneca Lake. Damian scratched the back of his neck. "Actually, I'm half vampire, and my mom was a third wolf, witch, and fairy." "Mmmm. The math is a little off, but he's close," an elderly woman's voice said from somewhere nearby. "Excuse me?" Damian asked as we looked around to see an attractive older woman with gray hair sitting by the edge of the lake, drinking a glass of wine as she watched a bunch of kids play in the distance.

The years of friendship, experience and Worthing together had sharpened our skills and allowed us to work as efficiently as we possibly could . Damien is actually the fastest out of all of us. He is a pure blooded vampire and thrives on hunting down his prey. The whole hunting thing sounds more like a wolf thing but he seems to enjoy it more than I do . Since he is faster and can cover more ground on his own , he suggested that he does all of the searching…yes he did.

Every moan was laced with the knowledge that someone was out there, waiting, recording, planning to destroy them. Damien fucked her through the fear, pounding her into the mattress with renewed savagery. He choked her harder than before, whispering dark promises against her lips how he would find the blackmailer, how he would make them suffer, how he would keep breeding her until no one could ever take her away.

“I know, baby. Just a little longer. We’ll get out. I promise.” But even as she spoke, a voice slid through the smoke—deep, mocking, cruel. “Promises, promises. You always make them, Valeria. And you always break them.” Her blood turned to ice. Damien stepped into view, his figure towering, his coat glinting with sparks. The fire painted him in shades of hell, orange, red, black, like he belonged to the flames themselves. His eyes locked on her, sharp and burning with hunger that wasn’t just anger.

“You’ve been carrying your own pain in silence since your sire. Talk to us.” Damien stared at the opposite wall for a long moment, crimson eyes distant. The elegant, cold vampire rarely showed vulnerability. But after watching Kael shatter and Serena burn her mother-figure twice, something inside him cracked. “I wasn’t always like this,” he said quietly. Damien’s Story “I was turned in 1897. London. I was twenty-four, the youngest son of a powerful aristocratic family. My father wanted me to join the military. My mother wanted me in politics. I wanted neither. I wanted freedom.”

"Find what you're looking for?" Damien leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, a tumbler of bourbon dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. The camera feeds painted his torso in shifting blue shadows, illuminating the scars I hadn't known about three parallel lines raked across his pectoral, pale and raised like the marks of some great beast. I lifted the letter opener between us, letting moonlight dance along the blade. "Does the footage come with director's commentary, or do you just jack off to the silent reruns?"

Damien emerged from the car, standing tall at six-foot-four, the lights flaring from the dome, glinting off his styled, long blonde hair, giving him some kind ofl halo. His custom designed suit was black and hugged his muscular frame sharply, the material stretching across his broad shoulders. A simple Paul Newman Daytona Rolex peeked out from under the cuffs of his sleeves as he straightened his tie. The crowd gave an audible gasp in unison at the sight of him, then started screaming in a frenzy at the next instant. The cameras flashed wildly as the reporters yelled "Over here, Mr Romero! Over here!" The crowd was wild and shocked at Damien's appearance. It's been five years since the Greek

So, tell me about you. Damon glances up at the moon before looking back down at me and I take my time to take it all in. The moonlight highlighting his skin, it is as if he's in his own nature. The way his dark green eyes are somehow a tint of yellow but it was only for a couple of seconds, a bit too surreal to confirm. ''There's not much to tell.'' ''Right . . . so, I just told you about myself. And, I'm getting none from you?''

His hard cock thrusting hard inside my core repeatedly and it got harder and harder in each thrust. Moans and grunts mixed with the sound of dripping water from the shower above us, and we did it twice over and over again until we were finally exhausted. After we were done Damien and I then washed our bodies with soap. We hopped out of the shower and immediately got dressed. I glanced at Damien whose eyes are now glowing, a sign that he was talking to someone through a mindlink. “What is it?” I asked soon after the glow in his blood red eyes disappeared. “Princess, I just got news from the spy I planted in your old pack.” He turned to me and was seemingly reluctant to say what he was suppose

(that man is loud) “We all know Damian. Sorry man, but Sullen and angry is Damian’s usual self, if anything he’s been more pleasant the last two days,” Spooky smirks. Chuckles and nods of ascent roll through the crowd, I expect Damian to react, but he is still holding my hand that is on his and gazing at me with affection, a slight nod to Spooky is the only reaction from him. “He did have a rough time sleeping and was restless, but he is often restless on missions. So, I can’t say anything definitively.”