Damian Priest Age Novels & Stories

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this… but you seem good for him.” I almost dropped the teapot. “Me.......?” “Yes, dear.” Her eyes softened. “Damian has always been… controlled. Too controlled. He carries his father’s name like it’s armor and chains at the same time.” She sighed. “He needed someone who sees the man, not the title.” Something tugged deep in my chest. “Damian is… complicated,” I said softly. “Of course he is. You don’t build an empire without learning to lock a few doors in your heart.” She smiled knowingly. “But he’s opening those doors for you. I can see it.”

She kept her head high, her face neutral, but her heart pounded so hard it felt like it might explode. Inside, the conference room was cool and quiet—at least for now. Rows of reporters filled the seats, cameras ready, pens poised. Damian took the podium, his expression as calm and controlled as ever. Sienna stood slightly behind him, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. “Thank you all for coming,” Damian began. His voice was smooth, steady. “I want to address the rumors directly.” The room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. “Yes,” Damian continued, “I have a son. His name is Julian Blake. He is five years old. And he is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Mean while in the Blue lake clan, Alpha Damian was in his office working on some documents when he heard a knock on the door, he raised hes head as the person entered the office A seventy five year old man and a seventy year old woman walked into Alpha Damian office and sat down on the chair oppsite him, Damian looked at them and pretended to be working on the file with him. The old man was Grand pa Laite and the old woman was Grand ma Laite, this old people were Damian grand parent, after the death of Damian parents, they both pratically raised Damian even though Damian was already the Alpha at a very young age when Grand pa Laite saw that Damian was ignooring them he picked his walking sti

The Wrong that felt Right. Damian's POV My name is Damian Vale. I'm twenty-five years old and the only son of industrialist Maxwell Vale. I'm the heir to a huge fortune that can buy politicians and banks. When people hear my name, they think of power, beauty, and honor. But they failed to see the cage.

He was polite, elegant, and kind, but not someone to bow before the emperor of the empire. " Mr. Holy priest, please take a look at her wounds ", Damian guided him straight towards Amelia. The holy priest nodded and raised his head, looking at Amelia as he walked towards her. Despite his holy title and higher position, he kneeled before her as he took her hands in his, maintaining steady eye contact with her. He might be looking straight into her eyes, but his whole focus was on her pulse and how her inner energy was moving. Maybe no one had ever mentioned it before, but the holy priest of the Lycan Temple was infamous for his gorgeous ane handsome face, not to mention his talent and powers

he leans unborthered on the dusty chair. The priest is a late sixties aged,wrinkled faced,while haired and hunched back. "A simple concoction" I reply,he laughs. His laughter reveals his brown coloured coloured tooth's and canines. "A simple is everyone desires"he laughs further. "Well am different. Mine is extremely simple" I separate myself. "If you say so, what concoction does the prince desire?" he inquires. "As everyone knows,Damien's trial days attains it peak and am next. Anyways I doubt locating my mate within these few days is possible so I need a solution and few magical boosts".

None of them could stop blabbering about Grandmasters son Hendric; they heard he was, quote, ‘dreamy’ and had high hopes of falling under his b***s if it turned out to be the truth. Damian had put his second in command in the first car cuz even though Noah was initially supposed to travel with him, his constant yakking of finding a witch female to spend the night with had really started to get on his nerves. Damian was well aware that it was a running joke around the pack that he was 27 and still not mated at his age, and he did not want that trip to turn into yet another session of “let’s find what is wrong with Damian” quizzes.

His strength was terrifying, beyond anything anyone could imagine. Damian cracked his neck and flexed his enormous hands. The priest who had led him down this dark path smiled darkly. “Welcome back, Alpha,” he said with a bow. “Now, you will be unstoppable.” But the room wasn’t without resistance. Another priest, trembling but defiant, shouted, “You’ll never be unstoppable! The purest of heart will still defeat you!” Damian’s eyes darkened as he turned toward the priest. With a growl that shook the room, he grabbed the man by the neck, lifting him with ease.

Under the robes he could see that she was slightly built but she kept her head bowed, allowing him a single glimpse of a pale face under flowing black and white. Unmoved by her pious attitude, Damian leaned back in his chair and scrutinised his unwanted visitor. ‘If you’re expecting me to confess my sins then I should probably tell you that my next appointment is in an hour and that is nowhere near long enough for me to tell you all the bad things I’ve done in my life. On the other hand if you’re about to beg for cash then you should know that all my charitable donations are handled through my lawyers, via a separate part of my company. I just make the money. I leave other people to spend it

"I need you to prepare a confidential agreement." He listened, then continued with clipped precision. "Yes. No assistants, no secretaries." His voice hardened like tempered iron. “Just you.” He glanced at me briefly. "I'll explain the details when you arrive." The call ended abruptly. "Who was that?" I asked, curiosity overriding my nerves. "My personal lawyer." Damien returned with deliberate calm. "He's been keeping my family's secrets for nearly twenty years." The words offered little comfort. "Can he be trusted?"