Damian Robin Costume Novels & Stories

There were candles and rose petals everywhere. I smiled wryly. When did Robin prepare this? I didn't know he had a romantic side in his bones. While eating, Robin asked me a lot of questions like where I've been all this time. However, I couldn't tell him a thing or two. "I... I can't tell you yet, Robin." He looked dejected and frowned. "I understand. You can tell me when you're ready." However, I can tell he was slightly upset. The atmosphere suddenly feels awkward. I just couldn't tell him. Would he believe me if I said I'm a divine beast? I doubt it.

I felt him before I saw him — that unmistakable commanding presence. Damien’s hands cupped my face gently. “Little girl,” he breathed, voice rough with emotion. “Are you sure you want to see your monster before you say forever?” I nodded. He removed the blindfold. Damien stood before me in a tailored black tuxedo that looked illegally perfect on his powerful frame. His steel-gray eyes burned as they took me in — robe, collar, bare feet, and all. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Then he dropped to one knee right there in the sand.

"Get away from my door and leave immediately! I don't want to see you anywhere around this hallway. Getaway at once! As he was speaking, he heard the sound of footsteps retreating, so he knew that whoever had knocked on the door, had wisely decided to retreat to avoid whatever punishment the Alpha could mete out to him….or her. Satisfied, he opened his mouth to speak again. "I will bring you some clothes and then you can get out of this place," he said to Ariel coldly. She nodded. "Yes, Alpha." Damien turned around and pulled open a door before walking into his closet. He looked around at his array of expensive suits. His eyes roamed around the whole of the large closet, before finally settl

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

she asked, tilting her head. Cassian, one of the “knights,” smirked and answered, “that’s because Damien didn’t join us yesterday! So as punishment, he’s our damsel in distress today.” “Let’s stop the chitchat and start playing already!” Evander exclaimed, turning his head toward Brian. “Come on, Brian, you start!” “Roar…” Brian, dressed in a dragon costume made from cardboard boxes, let out the weakest roar imaginable. Cassian frowned. “What kind of roar is that, Brian?!”

I spoke through clenched teeth. “Why?” Damien tilted his head to one side and the large sapphire in his left ear caught the overhead light and caused light to scatter on the wall behind me. And that was when I noticed that Damien wasn’t dressed in his usual dark shirts and dress pants, but instead, he had on a dark red velvet jacket with intricate red on red designs on the front and cuffs, paired with black pants and the clothing were paired with his family jewelry. A sapphire and emerald encrusted chain necklace fit for a king and the sapphire earring on one ear and he also wore the gold ring with his family crest on it. “Because it’s rude.” I answered his previous question after I had fini

And tonight, Damian and I were here to play their game. The mask covering the upper half of my face was delicate, adorned with tiny gemstones that caught the light when I moved. A disguise, but not much of one. Anyone who truly paid attention would see past it. Damian, standing tall beside me, was unreadable. His black mask blended seamlessly with his tailored suit, his presence commanding even in a room full of criminals and killers. He didn’t need to speak to be noticed. He was the kind of man whose mere existence demanded attention.

He looked just as surprised as Cassie was for seeing each other right then and there. Cassie stiffened and Damian looked—stared at her. Damian was wearing his dark blue three-piece tuxedo with his golden cross, first three buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned, like always, and his blonde hair was pulled backwards. Cassie was wearing her normal Nanny uniform which was a formal pink jacket with a white shirt and a long skirt with black shoes. Simple as that.

"I won't be forced into a relationship with any of you. If you want a mate, find someone else." Silence fell over us, the tension thickening in the air. I could see the disbelief and shock on Damian's face, and just as I was about to turn away, he called for his beta, and as the other came in with a bag, he pulled out a beautifully embroidered robe from it. "At least wear this to the meeting," he said softly, almost pleadingly. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to even entertain his request. But something in his eyes made me cave. Reluctantly, I took the robe from his outstretched hand and nodded in acknowledgment. I would still stand by my words, I hated their guts.

They look at each other before turning back to us, their gazes deadly. I tense up even more, ready to run when Damian starts to speak. “Look here buddy, why don’t you just get out of here. I don’t wanna fight you but if I have to I will. Trust me when I say you don’t want this fight to happen.” That’s when I notice that Damian’s voice sounds different. It's deeper and scarier. I look at him and see his eyes are almost pure black except for his irises. They are bright red. The robbers just shake their heads and start to run at us. I let out a scream and close my eyes, throwing my arms out in front of me as a wave of power leaves my body through my hands. It pushes me away from Damian and I al