Son Of The Devil Damien Novels & Stories

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

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.

Everything just going fine, you just play your part well then there won't be any problem if you ask me how can son let this happen something like that, you will be surprised I am the one who supports him because I hate him so much" after that chairman man's son " demon, cancel the call, which makes them concerned about the safety of else, how will they trust someone who possesses devil intellect. demon reaches home, he saw the car of someone who he did see before, it's nothing new, a prostitute car, always there, because demon's father is a complete pervert, he is old but he sleeps with many women. when going out, he listens to his father's conversation with a lady. " Why are you living so s

It was a normal ritual day for the wolf pack and all members partook in the celebrations and the ritual rites involved. Damien, locked inside his room, was pissed about what had occurred the previous day. He had not even had much sleep since finding out that his long awaited mate was the daughter of his parent’s killer and the maid who he enjoyed humiliating. He had even almost killed her once amidst countless thoughts of doing so and now the one he considered his enemy was to be his mate. He became more angry just at the thought of it. He had expected someone else of more class and dignity, not a common peasant whose name had been dragged through dirt every single day among his pack and ins

Damien warned her and then snapped his eyes at Zian. "Because today I am not dealing with my son but that fucking traitor who tries to harm my family in my own home," saying that he stormed towards him and again hit on his face. Zian's face got covered with bruises. Damien grabbed his collar and forced his head to look at him. He peered into his son's emotionless eyes. "Why the fuck you did it with her, Zian Karlson?" Damien growled. Zian gazed at his father for a while before finally answering.

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

"Centuries of living in hell will do that to a person, Win. I didn't grow up in your sheltered Heaven or even on this plane of existence. Hell is where I was reared." "You . . . you never act this way with me," Win whispered, looking away. The young man's shoulders had sagged down and his eyes carried a sorrow that Adom hadn't seen since that first night when he'd confessed his intentions to die in battle. Adom hated that look on the Angel face—hated himself for putting it there. "And you're an expert, now?" he asked harshly. "After sleeping with me for a few months? I am a Demon ! The son of Lucifer! I'm not some soft mewling mortal boy for you to grow old with!"

he said to Damien. Lucifer, the devil? Damien said that he was a level two demon, meaning he was the child of one of the direct descendants of Lucifer, “Your uncle is the devil,” I hadn’t actually put two and two together just yet, and the words came out softly, almost as if I was speaking to myself. The devil knew about me, and he wanted to meet me!

His eyes were pryingly gazing at Damien as if he would escape in just a blink of an eye. "You came right here for your death then. Well, I wouldn't ask how to get out from the chain and ruins binding you, I guess you are the Devil's son indeed" Damien said and it ignited whispers among the pack members. The devil's son? What? For real? Is he the main deal? Then we are all in danger? The pack members kept whispering but it was louder to all ears since those present were all werewolves and demons. The more they talked, the more they stepped back in fear.

He placed his hand on his neck, hoping that it would help him survive. "That was for kidnapping my son and trying to kill my husband back at that abandoned hospital." I tell him while he takes his last breaths " And, last but not least. I am Gabriella Harrison. The daughter of Nicholas Harrison, the only child of his which means I don't have any brother that I should worry or care about. Goodbye, you bastard." I looked at Dante and nodded my head "Go for a headshot." he nodded. But, it wasn't just Dante who shot him but Boris and Dante both shot two holes in Damien's head. "That was for our father, bastard. May you rot in hell." Dante and Boris spat. Once everything was over, Damien was dead