Damian Priest Tattoos Novels & Stories

"You were the destined mate the Moon Goddess showed me. "I swore a sacred oath to her—to give you my loyalty this night of the Blood Moon. I beg you, grant me one more chance to fulfill that vow, to complete our mark." Damian lowered his head, pressing his lips to the ground before me with reverent devotion. "I swear to the Moon Goddess that from this morning, I'll honor you. Everything I have, I'll give to you and our pup. I swear it. I swear—" Here, he was no longer the proud Alpha. He was simply a humble, devout believer, begging for my forgiveness.

They spoke on the call for less than ten minutes and after dropping the call, he walked out of the office. Damian walked into his hotel room from the balcony with a stick of cigarette between his lips. He wore a black leather short that exposed a bit of his Calvin Klein boxers. His upper body was left exposed, making his tattoo visible enough under the blue background light. He walked over to a cushion chair and sat, flipping his laptop open and turning it on. He typed in some numbers with his right hand, while his left hand held a glass of alcohol. He dropped his glass of the table and picked up the laptop, leaning back comfortably on the chair.

Damien said as the three men sat down. “Do you think we won’t get back at you for this?” one of them sneered and Damien laughed. “You think you can?” Damien asked as he smiled. “You won’t, you can’t,” Damien said as he raised his shirt upwards and a dragon tattoo could be seen on the side of his stomach. The three men's eyes widened as Damien rose to his feet. “It’s been nice working with you,” Damien said as he grabbed Ria’s hands and walked out of the office his other hand in his pocket. The guards could only watch as he walked away.

I’d never seen anyone retreat so fast in my life. I flinched, trying to balance on my bandaged foot, which now hovered awkwardly in the air because dropping it felt like hell knives. “And you,” Damien snapped, turning his full storm onto me, “why do you always sustain injury? What happened this time? You broke a glass and weren’t careful enough? That’s why he carried you like some prized doll? His prized doll?” His words were venom. His eyes burned. “Is that all you really are? A fucking whore? What now, you want to seduce Theo? Are you even any different from Cleo?”

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava

That's when I knew I could not do what he did to me. I couldn't reject him. "I do." Damien is visibly relaxed. "Do you also swear to serve and protect this pack as long as you have breath?" The priest asked me, her eyes boring holes into my skull. Creepy. "I do," I repeated. She recited the same words to Damien, and his response was a lot faster than mine. The priest slit both our palms and our blood into the bowl. Others might not have noticed it, but I did. When she recited another chant, her eyes widened by a fraction when she looked into the bowl.

Damian willingly offered his hand, presenting it to Mathias. With precision, Mathias pricked Damian's index finger using the sharp edge of his pen, causing droplets of blood to fall onto the map. "What comes next?" Damian impatiently inquired, his tone reflecting his eagerness. Mathias couldn't help but smile. "Just this once, exercise a little patience, my friend," Mathias replied, mimicking Damian's previous words. Damian responded with a smirk. Mathias closed his eyes, beginning to chant mysterious incantations. "enzi fathi eziv vantuxx El dia tellizzz..."

But Damian's brow was furrowed, his eyes darting between me and the High Priestess, like he suspected something. I forced a smile, trying to change the subject, my voice as sweet as I could make it: "Damian, didn't you say... you weren't feeling well? I'll go to the Moon Goddess Cave and channel some soul essence for you." At the mention of soul essence, Damian's eyes lit up with urgency. My willingness to put his needs first, even after "miscarrying," seemed to erase any doubts he had. He put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close as he led me towards the Moon Goddess Cave. He even whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling my sensitive earlobe:

I flushed, when I realized that my dress zipper had come off, I looked up at him. I have a small smile, I bite my lip softly. Damien rubs his thumb pad on my lower bottom lip. “God, you are beautiful, Liora,” he said, directly looking into my eyes. I smiled, not knowing what to say or react. I have heard so many insults… Damien had always told me how beautiful I am, like that night. I blushed looking away. “Don't look away from me, Sweet,” he said softly. I looked back at him, he moved back, pulled off his shirt. His chest, arms were ripped, and he had tattoos, and one stood out. It was drawn in Japanese characters but I didn't catch the meaning, it was drawn over his heart.

Damien said, getting up. Diablo grinned broadly. “Ahh, you don’t have to pay me, I said I’m grateful for your company’s help, right? But who am I to reject your kindness…” “If you don’t want it, I won’t pay it in.” Damien gave him a side glance. Diablo stayed quiet, scratching his head. Why wouldn’t he want the money? Having more money would never hurt anyone. “Don’t worry, pay it in. I’m raising a daughter you know.”