Damian Priest Tattoos Novels & Stories

Damian Cross was my father's most promising lieutenant. To earn the right to marry me, he swore he would take over the Golden Triangle. Before he left, he kissed my forehead. "Wait for me. The whole Golden Triangle will be your wedding gift." I waited for him for three years. Three years later, he returned covered in scars, with a fragile-looking girl following behind him. By then, he had become the "Mad Dog," a man whose name struck fear into everyone in the underworld. He went down on one knee in front of my father. "She took a bullet for me. I owe her my life, and I owe her my name." My father put the black-and-gold whip in my hand. Everyone in the room was waiting for me to make h

Lucian smiled and walked slowly to the living room, taking off his goggles, the two men backed away from him and he settled himself on the sofa opposite them, a small smile on his face, “oh you know who I am, the minute you started sinning, you know who I am and you know you would meet me someday and that someday, is today.” The two men looked at each other and then back at him, “what the hell are you talking about?” One of them asked and they all looked up when they heard noises on the stairs to see Lolita and Samantha watching them. Seeing what was going on, Lolita pulled Samantha into her arms immediately, her eyes going to Lucian who only glanced at her and looked away at the same time.

He and his troops were safe for the time being. An hour later, they moved on to discuss their next problem on the agenda: a private envoy. They needed the discretion of the young boy at Dairy Valley. Damian, a priest, has been ordered to alert the elder and tell the boy about him being chosen as an envoy. Tristan thought. One of them voiced the trouble, “What you are asking of us, sir, is the greatest danger we have put up with yet. Why not turn all the human knights into one of us.”

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

However, I wasn't going to rush. Damian watched me, and my eyes dropped from his face to his crossed arms. The sleeves of his white shirt was rolled up, showcasing his tattooed and toned forearms. I ran my gaze from his chest to his stomach until I landed on his crotch. I smirked-fucker was acting all bold for nothing while his dick was hard just looking at me.

Father Damien cleared his throat, walked up to where she was lying, and poured the water gently on her skin, chanting some prayers he had learned earlier. “Oh Lord, by Your mercies, let her be cleansed,” he kept saying those words until he emptied the cup of incense water on her. It fell on her delicate skin gently, causing Anna to slip into her womanly wants. She almost let out a moan but held her tongue. I don’t want to corrupt this priest, even though he’s young, she thought. If only she knew he wasn’t a priest—and that there were many secrets yet to be unfolded. Damien dropped the cup close to the incense bowl, walked up to Anna, made the sign of the cross, and told her to stand up witho

His voice was hoarse and cracking. “Claire, none of that matters anymore. Don’t you know how much I miss you? I’ve missed you so much it’s driving me insane.” As the doctor entered to tend to his injuries, my eyes fell on the tattoo on his chest. My face was etched into his skin. It was set apart from the other ink sprawling across his torso. Once upon a time, I had thought about tattooing Damian’s name on my body too. Like cigarettes, liquor, and money, there were some things one thought one would never let go of.

“But standing here, I choose life. I don't really care, I want to walk into it together with you. I am not afraid of tomorrow, because I’m with you.” Damien’s voice was calm, but his hands were trembling when he took mine. “I have let you down before,” he added, “but I won’t do it again. I'm in your corner, darling. I offer you myself, not from addiction, but from humanness,” he concluded. “Whatever the Goddess asks me to do, I'll be right there with you.” As they tied up their hands with the ceremonial sash, there was none but the prayers of the elders that could be heard in the hall.

But it wasn’t enough. We needed to go on the offensive. The soft creak of the door opening behind me drew my attention. I turned to see Damian stepping inside, his presence filling the room like a storm rolling in. He had shed his usual suit jacket, the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up, revealing the inked lines of tattoos along his forearms. “You’re still awake.” His voice was low, rough with exhaustion. I crossed my arms, leaning against the window frame. “So are you.”

She was so innocent. A few minutes later, Evelyn felt hot under the blanket. She couldn’t take it anymore so she uncovered herself but her breath hitched when Damian walked out of the bathroom, half-naked with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He was occupied with toweling his blond hair dry. Evelyn gulped, her throat suddenly went dry. Her eyes raked Damian’s body. His exposed chest was broad and well-defined with a six-pack. He had a tribal tattoo on the left of his chest and a dragon tattoo on his right arm.