Pip X Damien Novels & Stories

I said to distract her and because she smiled. She gave me a small kiss on the cheek. “That sounds like a plan.” *** “We found more information on Damien. Apparently, he is in the States. He lives in a small town in Wyoming.” Lorenzo said, showing me the screen to show me a file with the information that he had on Damien. “He looks like any normal guy,” I muttered. Now, I understand why his face was so familiar to me. He looked like my father and, by default, shared some features with me. I hated him so much.

At some point it felt as though I’d ordered a catalogue just to see his screwed up face until I reached into the later part of the file. Now I was looking at his history. Damien .D. Born on the 19th of May, 1991 in North Carolina. No known siblings. Surprisingly he seemed to have gone to some of the best prestigious schools, but nothing here gave exactly what we were looking for. My phone began to ring again. Phil. “Hey, there’s nothing more than background stuff here. Sure you got the right intel?” “Yeah man, forgot to mention that we’d be visiting one of his schools. Apparently they should have more information on him.”

Darrick's cries mix with mine, a symphony of sorrow, But I turn and walk away, leaving him kneeling, alone tomorrow. I turn back to face Darrick, resolute and firm, "I omega Vixen Blackhart, daughter of omega Phillip reject you, Darrick was my given mate " I declare, as my mate, forever to confirm. Darrick's face crumbles, hope extinguished in his eyes, "I wish you well," I say sincere, for his future, a peaceful surprise. May you find peace and love, but not with me,

“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.”

"You were supposed to be an asset. Until you became inconvenient." The words sting but they're true. Every single one. I swallow hard, blinking back the burn in my eyes. I won't cry. Not here. Not tonight. "So what do you want from me?" I ask, my voice steadier than I feel. "Really. No dancing around it." Damien studies me for a long moment. Then he straightens, uncrossing his arms. "I want to destroy Julian Voss. Completely. Financially, publicly, permanently." He lets that settle before continuing. "And you have something I need to make that happen."

“I know I’m not the right person to say this, but Alpha is possessive of you. He won’t like that his mate is asking for another male-“ oh! So he misunderstood me. “Xerxes. How is Xerxes? Is he angry? Annoyed?” I interrupted immediately cutting him off. Damien’s cheeks flared with embarrassment as a warm red glow painted his olive-tan skin. Despite being a good tall buff man, he could easily be flustered. I would’ve smiled at him if the situation we were in wouldn’t this fragile.

Damien slowly stood up and walked to Alex on the alter, he smiled at him and stretched his hand for a handshake. “Hello, my name is Damien Robbin, the man from Salado.” He said with a smile and Alex could hear his own heartbeat.

I said when I was finally able to look away from both of them and turn my attention back to my dad. He looked at them cautiously. Xavier let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in closer to his side. I can sense that he didn't like the way my father was looking at him. Damien approached my dad and held his hand out toward him. "Hi sir, I'm Damien Adams, Beta of the Midnight Moon pack. I'm also your son's mate." Damien said with his hand out stretched toward my dad. My dad looked at him as he tried to figure him out. I moved out of Xavier's arms and walked over to Damien as I wrapped my arm around him.

someone screams. “Call Damien! Give me your phone…” What’s going on? ============= Damien Priest POV I woke up with a pounding headache. I drank way too much last night. After Amara and I spent the day at the beach we got back to the hotel and had a couple of drinks at the hotel’s bar. When we got to our room. Actually, have no idea what we did when we got back to the room. Did we drink even more? Damn I feel the breeze on my dick… Did we fuck last night?

Together, they devised clandestine plans to sow seeds of discord within the northern pack and weaken Dax's hold on their loyalty. Damien's charisma and manipulation skills were his weapons of choice. He knew how to exploit the insecurities of his followers, stoking their discontent and convincing them that Dax's leadership was flawed. He portrayed himself as a beacon of strength and authority, promising a future where their voices would be heard and their ambitions realized.