Damian Wayne As Nightwing Novels & Stories

"You, my lady. He said he wants you." Alpha Damian happens to be the fearsome leader of the Nightshade Wolves pack he is considered by many as the strongest wolf ever to live as he has been trained in combat since he was a child. He is known for his brutal and violent ways. At just 17 years old, he'd taken the reins of his pack after the war that claimed the lives of his parents. Since then, he'd ruled with an iron paw, shaping his pack into the largest and most formidable force in Ashwood territory.

A quick breeze slipped through the open windows, giving way through the silk curtains like it was trying to help me see things clearly and a short reflection of the moonlight sliced in sharp and bright lighting up his face to my view for the time. Damian? My face heated up in embarrassment so fast I felt dizzy, his rock hard member was still buried halfway inside me, still pulsing faintly from everything we had just done. The realization of everything we had just done hit me. I'd just lost my virginity to Damian Wayne. My boyfriend's Best Friend.

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.

“You’ll be the first to know if we find out anything.” It was enough for now. I watched as officers escorted the woman further down the hall and out of sight. The threat had been neutralized, but the questions remained, multiplying like shadows at dusk. Damien arrived about 20 minutes later. He was still dressed in the same sharp suit he’d worn to work, his presence commanding attention as he walked straight toward me. “Are you hurt?” I blinked, surprised by the directness of his concern. “No.”

Damian murmured softly, pecking Celine's cheek. "Good morning." Celine responded happily, smiling at him. Damian took a step towards her and pulled her into a hug. When he let go of her, he pulled the covers down to reveal the fact that her pajamas consisted of nothing more than a pair of white panties and a sports bra. Celine rolled her eyes and pushed Damian playfully. "You know exactly why I woke up like this, Damian Wayne." She said with a smirk. Damian chuckled and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Yes, dear wife. You always wear less clothes when I spend the night with you."

She dragged away the tattered dummies, coming back with new ones. Damien nodded and spread his gray wings. Bracing himself, he lunged at the targets. His claws shredded the first one, a spin knocked the second down with his wings and he stabbed it with a dagger, the third was set on fire and the fourth was stabbed until fluff came out. Damien backed up and ran at all the dummies, using his feet to kick them as he flew overhead.

To the members of the Wilton family who cared most about the reputation of the pack, she, Alicia Scarlett, was the disloyal betrayer of the Golden Moon Pack. "Well, don't be afraid. I'm not a devil. I don't plan on exposing your secret." Damian smiled and took a step back as he continued, "It would be absolutely no good for me if this became public, after all, I want the Moon Halo Pack and the Golden Moon Pack to get along well. I won't say a single word about last night as long as you keep me happy." "What exactly do you want, Mr. Howard?" asked Alicia. "Take it easy. This is your pack's territory. " Damian replied, spreading his hands in a friendly gesture. "I just want to talk and get to

Wayne bows deeply and retreats, the door clicking shut behind him. Damian stands alone for a moment, the plan solidifying in his mind. He strips efficiently, shedding his clothes until his skin is bare to the air. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, already thickening with the anticipation of the hunt. He pulls a silk robe from the wardrobe, sliding the smooth fabric over his broad shoulders and tying it loosely at the waist. It hides nothing, the slit gaping open to reveal his muscular legs and the shadow of his manhood. He does not believe there is an omega alive who can resist him when he decides to make a move, and he intends to prove it tonight.

Justin, alpha Robins younger brother rushed and entered the room, he had just finished killing some assassin, he was coming to report to his brother, he met his brother and sister in law on the floor on a pool of blood and Sophia who is laying on the floor with faint breathing. He rushed into the room and carried Sophia in his arms checking if she was still alive, when he found out that she was alive he rushed out of the room with Sophia in his arms. ...................................... Twelve years old Damian was seated in his room reading some books, the books were about the history of werewolf and how to be a good alpha, anyone who saw him reading the book would wonder if a twelve year

Without flinching, Damian retorted, his voice laced with an unwavering determination, "I've sworn death upon you all, and I never break my promises. The only way you'll leave here is in death's embrace." "Then she dies too!" the witch screamed, raising the knife with murderous intent. But before she could carry out her sinister plan, Damian swiftly intercepted her, forcefully separating her from Vivian. A wicked smirk danced upon Damian's lips as he taunted, "Have you forgotten? I possess superhuman speed." He delved into her mind, seizing control of her right arm—the very arm clutching the knife.