Novel & Cerita Damian Priest Before Wwe

In a world where werewolf clans exist in secret, Aria, a werewolf human mixed bloodline, betrayed by her family, finds herself among the desperate women sold to powerful men and wolves. She is bought, branded, by the ruthless Alpha King Damian Blackwood known for his iron rules and political marriages. She must survive as the seventh wife of the king, live in a world of dominance and rivalries. As time passes Aria is not just another trophy like they claim, she becomes the one who holds the heart of Damian. But with enemies circling and a rival Alpha determined to steal her , will they be able to stand when their bond is tested? The Alpha's Seventh Bride is a gripping story of betrayal, blood and the fight for love and power?

Betrayed, Beaten and Left to die. On Valentine’s Day, Veronica thought she’d surprise her husband with love, instead, she walked in on betrayal that shattered her world. Stripped of her title, her home, and even her son’s love, the once-proud Luna was thrown into the dirt to rot. But the moon doesn’t mourn the night, it rises. When a dying Veronica is rescued by the mysterious Alpha Damian of the Shadowfang Pack, a power long buried in her blood awakens, silver eyes blazing, destiny roaring to life. Now, she’s no longer the weak Luna they tried to break. She’s the storm they should have feared. And she’s coming back, for her child, for her pack, and for blood. Because when the Silver Wolf rises, no one is safe..

To get her revenge, she must build an empire. To build an empire, she must stay off his radar. Damian Blackwood, the Shadow King of LA, a man who owns everything he sees. And now, he sees her—Ava Monroe, the impossible girl who came from nowhere and is suddenly winning every game. She is a mystery he must solve, a secret he must possess. He thinks she's a pawn in his game, a beautiful anomaly to be captured and controlled. She knows he's the one man who could destroy her... or be the only king worthy of his reborn queen. In a war of secrets and desire, when two predators start to fall for each other, the only rule is that there are no rules. And the collateral damage could be the world.

"S-stay away from me." She stammered while moving her steps backward just to hit the edge of the table. "Why would I do that?" He placed his hands on her either side surrounding her in his woody scent. She couldn't help but took a deep breath. "It's my p-personal space." She turned her face towards the bookshelf beside the table as he leaned his face closer. "Hmm..." He hummed as her whole body shuddered when he started tracing her jugular vein with his nose. Her mouth was dry as the aura of his scent was gone and fear conquered her body. "You are my personal thing too." He groaned jerking her towards him by her waist. "L-lea..." Her lips couldn't form the words as he captured her soft lips in a swift. ←→ Ara Smith, daughter of a priest, drowned in innocence. She is a 19 years old girl with a cheeky smile but she didn't get the chance to smile much after her father's death. ‹› Gareth Blade, a 31 years old mafia billionaire is another name for a nightmare. No one dares to match his stoned gaze that reflects his stoned heart. He can own the things that ever attracts his eyes but this time his eyes didn't fall on something but someone.

You may k.i.s.s the bride," the priest announced and my body shuddered in resistance as the words I told him two days ago rang in my ears. I won't even spit on your face let alone marry you, Liam Knight. His eyes were shining in triumph, clearly stating that once again he won. He smirked cruelly, taunting me without words how he forced me to do exactly what I said I would never do even if he begged me. He didn't beg, on the contrary, he forced me to marry him. He took a step forward, raised my chin, I fisted my hand tightly at the sides when he placed his unworthy lips on mine. Disgusted with his touch but I tolerated it for the sake of my father who was at his mercy at this moment. He pulled away from my lips with the same rule smile intact on his face, "I made you mine, Babygirl and I can't wait for us to be alone!" He said darkly. My breath hitched looking at the darkness in his eyes. If I would have been the old Aurora I would be scared but not anymore. I might have bowed down my pride for my father but if he was looking for a submissive wife, he sure was not going to get one!

The morning was cold and I was currency. My father handed me to Dimitri Volkov, Bratva, like I was a contract clause. I said no at the altar. Loud enough for everyone to hear. The priest kept going. Dimitri didn’t even blink. That was fact one: I was married without consent, in Chicago, to a man who accepted silence as agreement. I left him later. Not in rage. In clarity, after I saw another girl get caught in his world with no choice, just like me. Then I went to war. Law school had taught me precision, so I used it. Civil suits. Asset forfeiture. Anonymous tips to the right agencies. I took apart everything legitimate he’d built, piece by piece, until he bled territories and pride. He showed up bruised once, signed over forty percent of his clean empire to my name, brought therapy receipts. That was fact two: I dismantled the man who caged me, on paper, without firing a shot. I still have the necklace. The one he left in my lap that first night. I wore it through the worst, through the year I rebuilt alone, through every hearing. Last month I was pregnant in a courtroom, arguing a case I won. He was in the gallery. The diamonds sat above my collar. No one asked. I never explained. That was fact three: I took something from that night and made it mine. It doesn’t belong to him anymore. It doesn’t belong to what he did. It belongs to me.

Scarlett was the devoted wife, the perfect daughter, and the heart of her family’s successful business. But in one night, everything was stolen from her. Her husband, Damian, betrayed her. Her own father cast her aside. Her step-sister, Celeste the woman who had abandoned her child, returned to reclaim the life she had walked away from. Humiliated in front of powerful investors, Scarlett was left with nothing. Until Adrian Voss, a ruthless billionaire with a vendetta of his own, made her an offer. A contract marriage, a partnership built on vengeance. He would give her power, protection, and a chance to destroy those who wronged her. Scarlett signed both contracts, the divorce and the deal with Adrian. If her family thought they could erase her, they were wrong. She was no longer going to be their pawn. She would be their downfall.

"You're killing him!" The old hag by the side of the road suddenly cried, glaring at me. "That poor boy! You only ruin what you touch, you abomination. You beast! Set him free!" *** Sex was all that mattered to Cyrus. Sex. Alcohol. Women. Sex. after all, that pleasure, lust and passion was all that mattered to a descendant of the god of lust. He just had to live up to the name. But when one little invisible mouse stepped into his vision, he was suddenly all Cyrus could see. A little game, he said. "Tease the obvious virgin boy," he planned. "Push him hard, press his buttons." something's wrong. The god of lust can't get it up anymore. Not for anyone who is not Damian Cross. Book 1 of Descendants of Lust

Detective Quinn Hale has seen her share of clean murders. But the moment she steps into Victor Blackwood’s study, she knows this case is different. Because this one is meant for her. As more bodies surface across different cities, the pattern becomes impossible to ignore. The victims have nothing in common until Quinn digs deeper and finds the one connection that changes everything. Now, with a chaotic but brilliant profiler, Damian, constantly pushing her limits, and her composed, unreadable boss Mark watching every move, Quinn is forced to confront a truth she’s been avoiding. This isn’t just a case she’s solving, it’s a message. And as the past begins to resurface piece by piece, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear- The killer isn’t just watching her, they’re waiting for her.

They were already married for three years when Alpha Damian Zeus’s long-lost first love, Lily, returned bringing along a five-year-old pup. Luna Ariana Volkstane slid the formal rejection request across the table. "Let's end this bond. It's better for you, me, and your first love." He just smirked. "You want me to reject you? You think you can break our bond that easily?" So she did. Ariana cut ties with him completely, poured herself into her career, and rose to global fame as a legendary healer, her knowledge of rare herbs, wolf anatomy, and ancient magic sought after across continents. The powerful suitors lined up. The Alpha of an overseas empire whispered, "Ariana, hurry up and perform the severing ritual. I can't wait to claim you." A powerful pack leader vowed, "I'll be there with you the day you break the bond." A legendary wolf attorney promised, "I'll handle your rejection case with the pack council myself." Ariana just rubbed her temples. It's not that she didn't want the split, she wanted it more than anything, it's just that the Alpha she was mated to refused to let go. Finally, she announced, "Whoever can officially get me rejected, I'll put you at the head table of my bond-breaking celebration." Not long after, Alpha Damian was served the official rejection request right in the middle of an emergency pack council meeting. That same afternoon, he was attacked by rogues at the gates of his own territory. When Ariana showed up at the pack infirmary with healing herbs, she repeated calmly, "Let's sever the mate bond. It's better for you, me, and everyone else." But the cold, untouchable Alpha pulled her into his arms, his eyes blood-red with fury. "You want me to reject you? Over my dead body."