Young Master Damien's Pet Novels & Stories

His pupils dilated until only a thin ring of storm-gray remained. "Damien?" He didn't hear me. His gaze had turned inward, fixed on some private horror. When I grabbed his arm, his skin burned fever-hot beneath my fingers. The memory slammed into us both like a freight train. Eight-year-old Damien crouched in filth, his arms wrapped around bony knees. The cellar smelled of damp earth and rotting potatoes, the air so thick with mildew it coated his tongue. Something moved in the corner—a rat, its fur patchy with disease, one eye milky white. It dragged itself toward him, wheezing, a trail of bloody mucus in its wake.

Neither making any sense. I watched them. It was impossible not to. They were complete opposites. Yet somehow inseparable. "Daddy," Diana announced proudly. "Damien drew a dinosaur with six heads yesterday." Damien nodded. "It was awesome." "I'm sure it was." "It ate three cities." "Only three?" I asked. Damien looked impressed. "You understand dinosaurs." "I understand destruction." The boy laughed. Then Diana grabbed his hand. "Come sit." Before Damien could answer, another familiar voice interrupted.

He hated the fact that he was putting his friend's life in danger and he hated even more the fact that he was putting his pack's life in danger. Jasmine waited patiently for them to come out at the foot of the staircase. "You're here!" Elle came to join her, holding the baby in her hands. "Oh! Here is the cutest person in the whole wide world!" Jasmine cooed at the baby. Damien came out of his room and immediately went to the common area of the house. He immediately summoned every single person that would play a part in this war. "I want everyone to be in their places. Make sure everyone is in their places!" He yelled as everyone ran to their places. It was really hectic as people ran up and

She knew she didn't change much during the years, she became bigger, yes, but different, nope. "Who Is she?" Her grandma asked the young master as she pointed at her. "I wasn't aware you brought a servant with you." What was happening? Young Master Xander chuckled lightly, however amusedly. "She isn't a servant, the girl beside her is. She is a pet, My pet."

a deep baritone voice resounded from behind him and he was quickly towered by a masculine man with a rather cold look on his face. “Damien, what are you doing here? I thought you left after the dinner?” he asked. Damien is the world’s youngest Major General. He is also the eldest son of his Uncle, Asael Knoxx, and his wife Kirsten Knoxx. His uncle had three children with Kirsten and another daughter, Aria Pendragon, with his ex-fiance, Athalia Pendragon.

“Alpha, your son requests an audience.” A faint smile tugged at Damian’s lips. He leaned back in his chair, the sharpness in his expression easing into quiet amusement. “Let him in.” Moments later, the heavy door opened again — this time to reveal a young boy walking in with confident steps. His posture was straight, his chin lifted, and his eyes gleamed with the unmistakable fire of his lineage. Behind him followed Gamma Liam, pride flickering across his face. The boy — Damon — stopped a few feet from the desk and dropped a freshly caught animal at his father’s feet. A grin spread across his face, proud yet respectful.

“Wait, How old is he? And when do we get to meet our young master?” Damian pinched the bridge of his nose. “He’s five,” he answered calmly. The reaction was immediate chaos. “Five?!” “He’s five and we didn’t know about him until now?!” “We demand visitation rights!” “Boss, this is betrayal!” Damian sighed in annoyance. “As for when you will meet him,” he added casually, “that depends on how fast you complete the task I just assigned.” Instant silence. Then— “Understood!” “Consider them finished!” “They’ll be bankrupt before morning!” “Not a single penny will be left to their name!” “They dared bully our young master?!” “This is war!”

By babies he meant his pit bulls, wolfdogs and Caucasian Ovcharkas. He walked towards a cage at the corner which was in the dark and calmly threw in the flesh and in no time there were loud growling sounds that could make anyone peed their pants… “ That was just an appetizer.” Damian smirked as he licked off the blood stains on the knife like a maniac.. “Your manhood is gonna be next and I'm sure they're gonna love it..” Damian casually mentioned as he nodded at one of the men in the dark and they immediately knew what it wanted..

Damien is sitting in his room with a book open on his lap. He’s not reading it but rather gazing at a picture of two people in their teens, smiling for a selfie. The boy is Damien himself as a sixteen year old. The other one is a girl who’s slightly younger than him. She has curly dark hair and a sweet smile. Her black eyes are almost sparkling and the two teens seem to be very close. The picture was taken in a hospital and both of them were in their patient garbs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Take good care of your mate so she doesn't fall in my arms, who knows she might be more useful than me to you. A little gift from me," A roar could be heard from Damien as he finished reading the letter. He checked the box and it contained a small painting of his mate when she was still young. "How the f**k did he get his hands on this?" Damien asked glaring at the confused Gamma, who had not an inkling of what was in the letter and box. "I don't know what you are talking about," "The motherfucker is having the painting of my mate when she was still young!" He growled.