Damian Priest Before Wwe Novels & Stories

Damian swiftly vaulted over the sprinting assailants, his body landing with impeccable precision just inches away from Adams and the six men. "Argggggg!" he bellowed, his voice filled with a potent blend of fury and determination. In a breathtaking display of his lethal prowess, Damian's hands moved like lightning, severing the heads of all six men in a single fluid motion. The sheer swiftness of his actions left not only Adams, Noah, and Clara astonished but also sent a chilling wave of disbelief rippling through their cores. "El lus vedenus," Mathias chanted a spell, causing three men to levitate and slam hard against the roof.

He never thought that Griswold would be crazy enough to attack him even with the presence of Captain Jake. Although he practiced martial arts since he was a child, his martial prowess was still not enough to contend against Griswold. Due to his lacking talent, he was stuck at the late stage of body tempering without any signs of breaking through. Fuck! Damian cursed inwardly as he closed his eyes in fear. Bang!

His eyes flicked to Damian, then Nathan, as though he knew better than to question fate when it walked armed into a room. “Do you, Damian Vitale,” the priest intoned, his voice steady though his hands shook, “take—” Nathan cut him off. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried. “Say it properly.” A ripple stirred through the crowd. Damian’s lips curved, slow, dangerous. He dipped his head slightly, giving permission. Ezekiel swallowed, corrected himself. “Do you, Damian Vitale, take Nathaniel Cross… as your lawfully bound?” “I do.” The words rang like a verdict. Damian’s eyes never left Nathan’s face.

I wasn’t to gather any information, just pick up any red flags during my interview. Oh, what else? Right Damien is left-handed. He had a sweet tooth, he loved watching football. He even played in high school, until a knee injury. His knee pains when it’s raining or cold. Damien makes a mean sandwich but can’t cook to save his life. He loved eating Mia’s food the most. I’ve also learnt Mia isn’t the help, more like the protector of all the Priest secrets. Damien has degrees in business, finance, and sports administration. He’s lifelong goal is to buy a football team. He’s looking into Phili or the Chief’s.

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

Jordan texted back. "Roger that boss" Damian replied. Chapter 316: Celebrity "Jordan, I convinced him to do it and he took just a hundred I had to pay him before his services anyway" Damian said as he met Jordan in front of the hall before the main event started. Jordan was dressed in an all black outfit that really complimented his black and white hair. They walked into the hall through a side door and took a seat at the back. The orientation started and it was as boring as usual and finally it was time to welcome the new students.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

Ria watched with her heart in her throat as Damien walked into the ring. His opponent was a burly man twice Damien’s size. Damien had somehow gotten her a seat in the front where she could see him clearly. Unlike everyone who was shouting excitedly, Ria was muttering all kinds of prayers in her heart. She dropped her head and put her hands together as she prayed. Damien chuckled as he looked at Ria from the corner of his eyes. He watched as the burly man who was his opponent bounced up and down as she got ready for the match.

“It’s Mr. Osmond.” Damien groaned. “Put it on speaker.” The speaker crackled. Osmond’s voice oozed mockery. “Oh, Damien. Thought you were some big shot, huh? Mr. Untouchable? I told you at the conference— pride comes before the fall.” Damien’s jaw clenched. Osmond laughed. “You know, I should thank you. You made this easy. You built the roadmap. All I had to do was sit back and enjoy the show.”

Lea: “Are you okay?” I asked, looking at Diego as we watched everyone leaving the room. Flashback: “Whatever training that has to be done can be made when he has healed and when I’ve gotten my answers.” I said, looking at Ezra. The man frowned at my words, and I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to tell me otherwise. He knew and could tell that I wasn’t going to be backing out, and Mario, who cleared his throat, understood that I wasn’t the child that he would have expected to deal with.