Damian Wayne As Nightwing Novels & Stories

Damien believed he was that way, and now, seeing Lucian doing the same to him, he understood how wrong he had been. Before Damien arrived at the Black Night Pack house territory, he had been sure his plan was foolproof and he was going to rescue Emberlynn without any form of drama. But he was surprised he had been ambushed. With all that Lucian had said, he seemed to know he was coming to his pack house. Someone was a spy in his and had told Lucian he would be arriving. Damien snarled. Both Lucian, Selene and the spy he was going to kill all three of them as soon as he stepped out of the dratted prison.

West Baltimore. Sebastian had not boarded the jet. The cartel boss had remained in New York, disappearing into the violent underworld to hunt down the ghost who had orchestrated the forged evidence. Damian did not question his absence. Sebastian would tear the city apart to find the architect of this nightmare, leaving Damian free to handle the only thing that mattered. Getting his family back. The jet came to a complete halt. The heavy cabin door lowered, letting in a blast of bitter winter wind. Damian descended the metal stairs and walked directly toward the dark SUV waiting on the runway. He did not bring a security detail. He took the keys from the airport staff, got behind the steering

The director said loud enough for everyone to hear. Interviewer: Good morning Cabin city!. It is another morning to chase opportunities and work towards our individual goals. It is a motivational morning Cabin, and we have one of the best motivational figures here with us this morning. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Damien Wayne. Good morning again sir, It is such a pleasure to have you here. I must say that your presence here has motivated me already. (we laughed). Me: That's allowed! Good morning Miss Jes. Good morning Cabin city. Interviewer: Before we begin sir, I, I mean, we all in Cabin would love to get a motivational headsup to start our day.

I didn’t dare look up again. But I knew, deep in my bones, that with Alpha Damien returning to the Nightwing pack he must have returned because of something very important and it was either good or bad–very–very bad.

In one swift movement, her top was off. Damien kissed her from her neck and down to her breasts and Raven didn't know if she could take it any longer. When it was time for him to put it in Raven took a deep breath and went in. Damien moved slowly and Raven got used to it and when it was all done, Raven knew that Damien was the one for her. Raven turned to Damien and she put her arms around him but Damien turned away from her and he faced his side. He probably was tired and asleep Raven thought or he felt too hot to hold her in his arms.

Even though Kayson’s lightning energy did not counter his negative energy, there was no way he could defend himself against an attack from Kayson. Damian was an elite fighter from the Skyspring Wolfendens. He was only half a step away from entering the gold stage, but he met his demise at the hands of Kayson today. “Dr. Yarde... Are you a pre-celestial energy user?” Gerald did not know how to put his feelings into words right now. If he could get someone like Kayson to help his family, he might be able to bring his family to the next level and reach the heights of the six great families.

Damian walked straight toward them. “Damian—wait!” Eli started to rise. Damian didn’t turn. “Eli. Trust me.” His voice carried through the corridor—deep, calm, and lethal. Eli froze. The drones opened fire. And Damian moved like a storm unleashed. He wasn’t evading the shots—not exactly. He anticipated them, weaving between the bursts of plasma, striking the drones with precision and violence. A swift kick shattered one; he spun and slammed another into the floor, crushing its metal shell under his boot. Sparks rained around him, lighting his silhouette in flashes of electric blue.

Damien did not know why Emily asked him to give the phone to Wayne, but he obediently give the phone to Wayne. "Sister Emily, asked you to answer the phone." Damien handed the phone to Wayne. For some reason, Wayne smiled. He grabbed the phone and said, "I'm Wayne." Hearing that it was Wayne's voice, Emily smiled evilly and said, "You have to be good to my Damien. Also, don't hurt him. My Damien is afraid of pain. If you have time, bring him back to see me and Stella." On this side, Emily said a lot of words that Stella could not understand.

“Don’t get sentimental on me, Blackwood. I might start to think you like having me around.” Before Ethan could respond, a frantic voice crackled over the comms. **** Damian had sworn to himself, to anyone who bothered listening, that he wasn’t going to help. He’d said it loudly enough for half the warriors to hear: “I’m only here to watch the Almighty Alpha Blackwood burn the world down. I'm not here to fight.” And yet…Here he was doing the unthinkable. He moved with the quiet precision of someone who has spent his life pretending not to care. Slipping away from the training grounds, he made a single call through one of his many shadow channels, informants and trackers he never publicly ackn

“Marcus and Vivienne are meeting tonight. They’re planning something—something that could destroy you completely.” His heart dropped. “Where did you hear that?” “I can’t say now. Just promise me you won’t go there alone.” “Elena—” “Promise me!” He closed his eyes, her voice cutting through every defense he’d built. “I promise,” he said finally. But they both knew he wouldn’t keep it. As night fell once more, Damian stepped into the storm’s echo, ready to face his brother. He didn’t bring guards. He didn’t bring Adrian. He only brought the will to end what started years ago—one last war between blood and betrayal.