Damian Wayne And Jon Kent Novels & Stories

Jace's voice broke on a sob. This was impossible. How was I supposed to do this? Damian's deep voice cut through my panic. "Jace." My son looked up at him, tears streaming down his face. "Your mom is a superhero, right?" Damian asked. "That's what you told me earlier." Jace nodded, sniffling. "And what do superheroes do?" "They... they save people," Jace whispered. "That's right. They save people. Even when it's hard. Even when they want to stay home." Damian's voice was surprisingly gentle. "Your mom has to go be a superhero right now. But superheroes always come back. Right?"

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

ROSEANNE The next day, Damian left early in the morning because he had important business in the pack that he couldn’t postpone. He instructed Kiren to watch over me as usual while Tobias had to accompany him. This morning, Damian seemed reluctant to leave me—considering that we were still searching for the spy within Fenrison, who was most likely responsible for Uncle Sam’s murder. He didn’t want me to be at home without his supervision. Damian had become very protective of me, not wanting me to end up in another dangerous situation.

she spoke up suddenly, voice steady, “how do you even know Kael?” Kieran looked at her in the mirror, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. “He’s our best friend,” Soren answered with a smile. “The only one who never turned on us when our parents died. People avoided us back then but Kael stayed.” Kieran nodded. “He’s Elder Damian’s son, remember?” Lena blinked. Elder Damian. Her mind flipped through the faces of the council, landing on one sharp and cold and unforgettable. Damian — the Elder who had suggested Luna’s trial, the most cruel and wicked of them all, a man whose eyes were made of ice.

"He's offering double—said you'd lose everything anyway, with the pregnancy distracting you. Said Ava's your weak spot, that the pup makes you soft." The words hung, venomous, but Damian didn't punch this time. Instead, he leaned in close, voice a lethal whisper: "Soft? I'll show you soft." He nodded to security. "Strip his access, seize his devices. And tell Hanlon: game on. He wants to steal my empire? I'll bury his." As Kyle was hauled away, pleading, Damian turned to me, pulling me close. "This ends soon, sunlight. For us. For the pup."

How the hell was he going to save Luna all the pain he was trying to mete out to her on purpose? Maybe involving a third party would make him calm down. The Elders? Roy shook his head. They wouldn't want to go against him. Damien's words often overruled theirs. Mark. Roy mused. Even though he and Mark rarely got along, he seemed like the better candidate. He was Damien's friend, and he was the only one who could speak to Damien and stand by his words even when Damien was furious. Besides, he was the one who gave the suggestion about Emberlynn's pack.

Damian held higher status and strength compared to Halbert and Gerry, which was why his unexpected demise sent such shockwaves throughout the three major planets. "Not even the sacred lands' paragon heirs are able to leapfrog across two levels!" "The monsteroids would have faced a significant setback. I doubt they'll let things slide that easily!" "No one would have foreseen what happened. We all thought that the arrogant Severin would meet his demise, but things took a sudden twist and it was Damian who ended up being killed!" "His combat prowess is simply terrifying. I'm very sure that only heirs to a sacred land are able to challenge Severin!"

‘Which way? When they were a safe distance away and out of earshot, Damian turned his attention back to her father. Turned to have a conversation that was long overdue. Finally he had the power he’d wished he’d had as a child and he used it now, feeling a rush of grim satisfaction as Leonidas’s security team melted into the background, not wanting to get between the two men. ‘You and I have things to discuss.’

… As the doctor rushed to the ER with the stretcher cart, Damon yelled at those in the way, "Get out of the way!" Waylon was wearing an oxygen mask, and his face was filled with blood. The door to the ER slammed shut, and the red light came on. Damon punched the wall in anger, and the others who came after him stopped in their tracks, their faces full of shock. One of them came forward and asked, “How is Master Wayne?” Damon replied dejectedly. “I was too late. Master Wayne is seriously injured.”

"Damien, what are you doing? we had a deal?" "Yes, we did, that was until Jackson died, now I will let you chose two but one have to die, I need you to understand that even though we had an alliance for a couple of days that I still mean war, I do agree with Jackson, the humans are weak, why should we be hiding from them, they should be hiding from us, they only cause destruction, its time they know who really have power here," Damien said as he walked and stood next to my family, how does he expect me to chose, I cant do that, my mate, my dad and my trusted friend, no I wont choice.