Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne And Raven Fanfiction

Only then did Lana pull her fist out, dripping with cum and girl-cum, and force it into Raven’s mouth. “Clean it. Taste how pathetic you are for both of us.” Raven sucked obediently, tears still falling, body limp and trembling. An hour later, Lana finally left through the side door with a satisfied, possessive smirk and a warning: “He can’t have you forever.” Raven had just collapsed back onto her ruined bed when her door slammed open. Damien stood there, eyes black with pure rage. He’d clearly seen or heard enough. “You let that dyke bitch fist your cunt and scream her name?” His voice was dangerously low. “After I just bred you in the car?”

Elara replied. As Damian approached Elara, he noticed her inability to meet his gaze and the evident turmoil in her thoughts. Yet, he was determined to elicit that sweet "yes" from Elara. No matter what, Damian knew he wanted her to be his fated mate. "I'm no longer a Reed, remember? I'm Damian Raven Ashford of the Nightraven pack. I have no ties to the Reeds and want to bring down that family. Plus, aren't you the one who needs to woo me to become my Luna? Because you still need my help with your revenge, I know you're not done with your plans," Damian responded, gently holding Elara's chin.

“Didn’t think you’d be this soft.” Lydia stood slowly, setting the glass down. “Soft? Sweetheart, the only thing soft in this room is the velvet under my thighs.” Raven stepped in close, breath tickling Lydia’s cheek. “Then let’s see how deep your claws go.” Damian said nothing—but his eyes never left them. His control was fraying, the power he held between them all—trembling on a wire. Lydia smiled, seductive and sharp. “Be careful, Raven. I bite.”

His jaw clenched as veins strained at his temple. “I would have done it my way,” he snarled. Then he pointed at me, his finger trembling with anger. “And to think you—” he jabbed his finger toward Damian—“just said he hasn’t done anything wrong is absurd! Have you forgotten he started all of this in the first place?! If he had just stayed out of my business, Raya wouldn’t be in this mess right now!” Damian flinched but still said nothing. Raven snapped back, her voice sharp as steel.

Raven nods in response, as she continues to focus on Dagon's movements. "You really think you can beat me? I won't deny you're a good warrior and have skill, but you aren’t good enough." Dagon lunges right, making Raven move left, directly into the path of his sword. My mates and I all scream when his sword stabs right into Raven's torso, and effortlessly through her armor.

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.

Luca said while Mia was in tears already. "I'm sorry you found out like this. Yes I'm Raven but I love you for real. This..." "Nothing you say will make me still harbour some love for you. You have succeeded. You've ruined me, happy now?" He yelled. Raven's band mates were being distracted by the wolves and vamps so they didn't know what was going on here.

Damian was glaring at both of us. “It’s over when I say it’s over,” Rylan growled, stepping toward him. Damian glared at me one last time, hatred in his eyes. “You’re mine, Lyra. You'll see." He turned and stormed off into the trees, leaving us behind. Rylan lowered as he came closer to me, his expression softening. “Are you alright?” I shook my head. “I…” I felt myself falling and then darkness.

The venom in my voice was enough to peel paint off walls. Her eyes widened, then narrowed, then she actually growled. I swear, if this woman lunged at me, I’d happily rip that wig off her scalp and feed it to Elon Bark. She was two steps from pouncing when a door banged open. “WHAT is going on here?” Damien’s voice cut through the air like thunder. I groaned out loud. Perfect. Just perfect. Of all the moments for him to appear…why this one? Why couldn’t he just, I don’t know, fall into a hole and never come back?