Novel & Cerita Damian Priest Before Wwe

Peder suppressed the wave of resentment in him and spoke to Damian, "Damian, I hope you won't go back on your word, considering you're now someone of importance after beating a martial arts grandmaster!" Then, he fixed his cold gaze on Damian and began muttering a string of incoherent mumbo-jumbo under his breath. Damian's face fell. He could immediately feel the hex bug in his body vibrating and struggling hard against its constraints, banging against the cage he had constructed around it.

"For the main event tonight, from the blue corner, with a record of twelve amateur wins, Damien!" Cheers. Not too loud. Damien was known, but he wasn't an idol. He was better known as a dangerous man with cold blue eyes and tattoos all over his body. "And from the red corner, Alexandro De Luca!" I straightened up. I walked to the front row. Gianna followed me, shielding me from the growing crowd. In the ring, both men were already standing in their respective corners.

This was the first time ever, Damian had nothing sadistic to say, no dirty back talk, no nothing just silence. ''Do you need a handkerchief or something?'' ''No. Why do you ask?'' '' Because you really sweating'' He flushed, embarrassed. ''Damian, my main man!.....brother from another mother, my better half. Welcome back!'' Without warning, this guy from nowhere embraced Damian into a very tight bone crushing hug lifting him a few inches off the ground. ''Chri-s-tian.......you're.... you're ch-ok-ing meee....'' Damian managed to wheeze out.

"If he moves toward Leo... shoot him. Magic or not. "I won't miss," I promised. Damian stepped into the center of the ring. Vor stepped forward. He swung the axe, the air whistling. Damian didn't shift. He couldn't. The magic of the temple was suppressing his wolf—I could feel it pressing down on us like a heavy blanket. He had to fight as a man. "Begin," The Crow whispered. Vor lunged. THE DUEL It wasn't a fight. It was a slaughter. Vor was fast for a big man, but Damian was an Alpha fighting for his cub. Vor swung the axe in a deadly horizontal arc aimed at Damian’s neck. Damian ducked, the blade slicing a lock of his hair. Damian drove his fist into Vor’s gut. It was like hitting a brick

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.

Elena stayed hidden behind the curtain, watching the man who now stood before the world stripped of his armor. “Thank you for coming,” Damian began. “There have been rumors—questions about my past, my family, my name. I’m here to tell you the truth.” The audience leaned forward. “I was not born a Cross,” he said simply. “I was born Damian Blackwell.” Gasps rippled through the hall. He continued, voice steady. “Richard Cross adopted me after my family abandoned me. I owe my success to his faith, not my bloodline. Every decision I’ve made, every risk I’ve taken—it’s been for this company. I will not apologize for that.”

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

Creepy. "My c*ck is bigger than your brain!" Zack snapped back, stepping closer. He doesn’t scare me at all. Damian’s body is way bigger than his. If anyone could size me up, it’s Damian. Zack looks like a freaking Chihuahua compared to him. "Enough, you two," the priest stepped in with a fed-up expression. "I’ve had enough of this vulgar language and inappropriate behavior. You two will be cuffed together until you learn to get along," the priest said, his tone controlled, but anger leaking through.

"I'm not sure I've earned the title of Father given what you're about to hear." "Tell me about your past." David's pen was poised above his notebook. "Before you came to Bellmare, before you became a priest, who were you?" Damien took a breath and I squeezed his hand, silently reminding him I was there, that whatever he said I wasn't going anywhere. "I was a criminal. I worked for an organization that specialized in intimidation and violence, doing whatever my boss needed done without asking questions about morality or consequences." "What kind of violence?" David's expression remained neutral but I saw him write something quickly.

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.