Damian Wayne As Nightwing Novels & Stories

Damian still had other orders to look into and many calls to return his worried family members. He would worry about that later. Checking the hacked camera systems, Damian confirmed that Zen and his party members were already waiting in the kitchen for him. Grabbing his coat to look less unkempt, Damian ran as fast as his mechanical legs would take him. There wasn’t anyone else up at this hour, so he wanted to keep the meeting brief. Knock! Knock! Zen, sensing an unusual tension between his sworn brother and Akiko, thanked Damian for the timely intervention. Oritha no longer appeared as hostile, and even Sasha smiled at the cyborg when he appeared.

I instantly let the man go as he gasped for air. “Sorry.” I quickly apologize. He coughs. “It’s alright, I should have expected that. Wow you’ve got a grip.” He says, massaging his throat. I could see that it would bruise later. He holds out a hand. “My name is Casey Flynn.” He introduces himself. I shake his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Damian Morningstar.” I introduced myself. “Sorry for trying to kill you.” “Believe me, I don’t think you can since I’m a Cosmic Warlock.” He smiles. “Oh and this is my wife, Bella Flynn. She’s a psychic siren.” I shake hands with Bella as well.

Damian sat in the backseat of the van, lost in thought. He was confident that after asserting his dominance in the Silver Crescent pack, Jasper and his followers wouldn't dare trespass again. He adjusted his new jacket, provided by Tristan, knowing his previous clothes would be ruined after his transformation. As they approached the Ember Moon pack, Damian's keen sense of smell detected something strange. He exchanged a concerned glance with Tristan, who nodded in agreement. "Kill the engines," Damian ordered, and the driver complied without question.

The real Jessica, the one underneath the assignment, felt sorry for me. That almost made it worse. Third-person POV Damian sat in a black SUV parked two blocks from the Nightwhisper reception hall. His Beta, Callum, sat beside him with a laptop balanced on the center console, the audio feed from Jessica's earpiece playing through a small speaker. Damian's jaw was tight. He'd planted Jessica days ago. Reconnected her with Sylvia's social circle, reminded her of their old friendship, and offered her husband a lucrative contract with Ironclaw's distribution network. Jessica hadn't wanted to do it. He'd made it clear she didn't have a choice.

But instead of lunging towards him, Damien raised one hand and the wolves around him backed away. “I am going to give you what you deserve, Adrian,” Damien said as he pulled off his coat and began to crack his knuckles, “Death.” Adrian's lips pulled back, revealing his fangs. “This ends tonight.” Damien's expression hardened as he triggered his shift and took a single step forward, “Let's finish it.”

Though people always noticed the strong resemblances they just assumed as they said the blood of the males in the family was strong but in truth the only thing that had changed was Damians name by adding names such as junior or some other. And this continued throughout the end of the 19th century and the 20th century, the only thing that had changed was Damians ability to control himself while in the werewolf state though he occasionally lost control and stained his fur and body with blood. In the year 1999 Damian was reborn as Wilson Damian Smith in the state of Pennsylvania with the only people knowing of his true identity being the butlers he has had over years, but it was the year 2024.

He then set the cage beside the demolished manor so that she was forced to stare at the ruins every day and see what she had destroyed with her own hands. As for the twins, Damian did not hurt them. Instead, he sent them back to the Carlos family as a sign of war. That night, Damian destroyed all the Carlos family’s bases in Zolnah. He led the charge like the God of Death and was drenched in blood. He did not wear any bulletproof vests and had no one protecting him. He even longed for a bullet to pierce his heart. However, the God of Death denied him. He was bound to live with the pain of realizing the truth until the day his soul rotted completely.

Damian realized he'd gripped too hard. He let go fast. The pain hit sharp through my whole wrist. I looked down at the bruise already spreading across my skin, deep purple forming fast. The dirty work of the Coronelli family had always been Damian's specialty: tracking down debtors, clearing out traitors, the kind of work that built strength and paid well. After years of it, he was stronger than almost anyone, the kind of man who could snap a neck barehanded if he had to.

He would not let Elara suffer and stand by her side until the very end. "Elara Celestia Arundel!" Damian called out, tears glistening in his eyes. "I love you so much. Remember, you will always be my Luna, and I will always be your Alpha," Damian declared, wrapping his arms around Elara's massive wolf neck, struggling to reach all the way around. "I am Damian Ashford, Alpha of the Nightraven and Forestheart packs, and I accept you as my Luna," he whispered before sinking his teeth firmly into Elara's shoulder. He pressed his fangs deeper, giving her the fated mark that would make her indeed his Luna.

The lies. Damian gritted his teeth and brought the glass to his lips, the whiskey burning as it went down. He couldn’t let it go, not yet. Lucas was dead, but there was still unfinished business. With a deep breath, Damian dialed a number. It rang twice before a gruff voice answered. “This is Carter.” “It’s me,” Damian said, his voice steady but laced with tension. “Mr. Wolfe,” Carter replied, his tone immediately more formal. “What can I do for you?”