Damian Cowper Novels & Stories

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Damian Blackthorn stepped in next. He shoved Elias aside and rammed his thicker cock straight into her gaping pussy, stretching her even wider. Sophia screamed around Lucian’s shaft as Damian destroyed her cunt with punishing force. “This is what you really crave, isn’t it?” he snarled. “Enemy cock ruining your precious Kane pussy while the world watches.” They rotated with ruthless hunger.

And I knew quite well that if I didn't pay him his money back completely he'd never let me walk away. Damian sat on the edge of the bed, eyes lowered, his expression so dark I couldn't tell what he was really thinking. I wiped his back with a wet towel. I couldn’t understand why he was burning up so quickly. “What’s wrong?” I asked him. “It’s fine, don’t worry.” He replied. Unknown to me Damian was in serious pain. He has been celibate for over two months which was not the usual case for a male werewolf of his caliber and right now my presence was making it harder to control himself because he was slipping into rut.

“It needed to be said.” “I have watched you slap Cassian twice in public and somehow that was still the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” Damian appeared beside me like he always did. His hand rested briefly against the small of my back before dropping away again. “Well done,” he said quietly. I looked up at him carefully. His expression was calm, but something underneath it felt tense and restless. It was deeply unimpressed with Victor Bennett. “Your wolf has a name,” I said suddenly. Damian looked at me. “What makes you think that?”

Pumping steady, deep, curling again and again until Alex’s thighs shook and his cock leaked steadily onto the carpet. “Please,” Alex gasped. “Please, now.” Damian pulled his fingers free. The loss made Alex whine. Then the blunt head of Damian’s cock pressed against him—hot, slick, insistent. One hard thrust. Alex’s mouth opened on a silent cry. Damian sank in to the hilt, hips flush to ass, balls pressed tight. Full. So fucking full. Alex’s arms buckled; he caught himself on elbows, forehead pressed to scattered spreadsheets.

I stared at the vampire. He looked young, but his eyes held an ancient wisdom and cunning. "Who are you?" I demanded. The vampire looked up and gave me a sinister smile. "My name is Damian," he said, his voice elegant and cold. "You may have heard Lila mention me." My heart stopped. "Lila's... brother?" "Her partner, to be precise," Damian said, licking his lips. "We were on the same team." The captain flipped through a file. "This Damian's identity has been confirmed. High-ranking vampire, has been embedded in wolf society for years." He looked at me. "According to our investigation, he has been supplying a special poison to an omega named Lila."

Aria quickly mentioned, letting out a breath. The music was good. The lights were pretty. People were dancing, laughing, living. It almost felt okay. Almost. Unknown to Aria, at the same damn moment, Damian stood outside the club with his hands in his pockets, looking like a man who wanted to be in bed, not in a loud club on a Friday night. “This is not optional,” Cole told him, slapping his back. “I have work tomorrow,” Damian muttered. “It’s Saturday.” “…I still have work.”

And Damian, dangerous, calculating, untouchable Damian Holt—wasn’t just chasing a woman. He was making his next claim. Something his money couldn’t buy. Her.

then he bowed to the camera. Everyone applauded then another question again, "What did you have to say to your rivals like the people that exposed that audio clip?" Damian smiled again an turn to me. His demanding growls soften to a purr, and the next thing I know, he's tucking me to his chest, stroking his hand down my spine in a soothing caress. "I only have to apologize to my Luna for all the stress the fake audio clip put her to" He murmurs, no doubt for the people around us who might overhear. "They've be taking what's mine all these while, but I won't let anyone take her"

He could feel the pain, pressing down hard on his chest and gripping his throat tightly. He could feel the rage radiating off himself. "You are Roy; if you indeed are loyal to the pack, you shall stand by me at all times and not the bitch. She fucking deceived me to mate with her and fuck her. I won't ever forgive her, and not even in death." Damien said; his voice was tight, and his eyes were red-rimmed. He turned his back to Roy and started to walk to the window, "If you have nothing to say to me anymore, you should help the others to clean."