Damian Priest Tattoos Novels & Stories

Both men after sharing a moment of intimacy, Damien then asked to be left alone for he wanted to think and set his mind in order, he also had the Rogues to think of, he was not yet sure of their true intentions. “Take all the time you need man and when you need me I will be outside, just call out and I will be here at once.” Alex said to Damien who had asked to be excused. When Alex finally left, Damien went into a wave of thoughts once more but with a clearer and calmer mind now. He thought of all the wrongs he had done to Ariel first and how he intended to apologize then make up for them, if only she could make it out alive. He then remembered how he’d blamed and even cursed the moon Godde

The Priest didn't move like a man of God. He moved like a shadow seeking a place to rest. He kept the pistol leveled at the center of Damian’s chest, his finger draped casually over the trigger with the practiced ease of someone who had extinguished more lives than he had blessed. ​Damian stood perfectly still. I could feel the heat radiating off his back, a solid wall of charcoal wool and repressed violence. My own heart was a frantic bird caught in the cage of my ribs, beating against the spine of the journal I still held. I looked at the paper on the portable press. The ink had finally stabilized, the deep, authoritative black etching a single word across the 17th-century linen.

"Yeah, I am. Damien assured me that the movie crap isn't him and he doesn't run around killing people. So, yeah, I'm okay with it. I may have to take a vacation after this, but I'm okay with it." He was getting more comfortable around the two and he relaxed more into the chair. He finished his coffee before it got cold. He was sitting there thinking about his conversation with Damien and that he spoke Latin. Roman Latin to be specific, according to Damien himself. Did that make him a priest before he was changed? Latin? Why was that sticking in his head? OH YEAH! Now I remember! My brother had a t-shirt and the school suspended him for it. Mom and Dad would never tell me what it said. What w

He did so. Dami didn't only see himself as a boss he saw himself as a king.His love for white color made his house inner painting white colour. He also had a picture of a flying dragon with fire in it's mouth hung on the wall in the sitting room,the same exact tattoo he had on his chest. Dami was sure he heard a female's voice underneath the loudness of the music,he was so sure cause this wasn't some movie where he'd be hallucinating or daydreaming such a thing.

The phoenix tattoo on his back gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat, fresh red marks blooming where Damien’s fingers and mouth had claimed him. Damien sat on the edge of the bed, still catching his breath, one hand idly tracing the fiery wings of the phoenix. His steel-gray eyes were distant, jaw tight in a way that had nothing to do with the sex they’d just shared. Kai turned his head, ice-blue eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re thinking too loud again. What’s going on in that billionaire head of yours tonight?” Damien’s fingers paused over the tattoo. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he lay down beside Kai, pulling him close so Kai’s head rested on his chest. The silence stretched, comfo

He was there. Damien stood at the counter, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, the deep V of his pelvis on full display. His muscles were insane — broad shoulders, thick chest, abs carved like stone, arms veined and powerful from years of whatever dark shit he did when he wasn’t playing the perfect husband. Tattoos covered his skin like dark stories I wanted to trace with my tongue. He turned when he heard me, and our eyes locked. The air thickened instantly.

“And a sea eagle. Your totem animal? Your mother saw a sea eagle when she did you feel for the first time that you were moving in your womb? Another nod. “Yes, I got the tattoos when I was fifteen, getting in touch with my roots. “Hmm. You were too young to make a decision like that. I bet you asked permission from your parents. Absentmindedly, she pulled the sleeping mask off her head and ran her fingers through her hair. - No. They fought a lot and said that I was an idiot and that I would regret this until the end of life. "And did you regret it?" Damien shook his head firmly in denial. He wasn't a guy who talked with spirits the way its protagonist Kalti did, but those tattoos had faded.

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 laughed because I grew up with the future alpha, Damian. He is my best friend and occasionally we have kissed but I am keeping my virginity for my mate. Damian is 6’ 8” of solid muscle, short black hair, a tribal tattoo from his chest to his shoulder around his neck and arm and across this back. He is a walking sex on a stick with piercing bright blue eyes. His temper does match his bad boy look but has always had a sweet spot for me. I know I have always caught his eye. Being 5’ 7” slender and toned body with waist dark wavy hair and emerald green eyes, I tend to catch a few guys eyes. However I think most of them think they will get the position of beta so I tend to ignore them.

Damian grabbed the opportunity and kissed her fingers which she put on his mouth. Stella hid her face in his chest out of shyness and that's when she saw a tattoo on his chest which made her shocked and surprised too. No words came out of her mouth after witnessing the tattoo. Damian had made a tattoo of Stella's name in heart shape at his chest with a red rose in it. Red roses were Stella's favorite flower. "Do you like it, Doll?"Damian's question made Stella come out of her chain of thoughts. Stella touched his heart and felt every inch of it with closing her eyes.