Damian Wayne Ethnicity Novels & Stories

I asked after pulling out of his hands, "Alex told me ho, w, "he said smiling. "You want to come in?" I asked Do you want me to come in" he asked staring into my eyes, I could feel my heart melt into his. "Yes, come on," I said. dragging him into the house, with a burst of happiness I never knew I had till now. We went into the house as my father looked at him with a little surprise on his face. "Good day Mr. Williams, I'm so sorry we have to meet like this, my name is Damian Anderson, he aid while exchanging pleasantries with dad.

"DAMIAN..." His father leaned forward and called his name in threatening tone, his father was always the strict one, talking about status, power and royalty all the time, he always tried to keep Damian in his control but failed, Damian was always a rebel and his rebellious behaviour crossed all the lines when his father gave him the position of the mafia boss, but he always took care of his Brother and father... "It wasn't necessary, I can take care of it father..." He replied pouring himself a drink...

It was a normal ritual day for the wolf pack and all members partook in the celebrations and the ritual rites involved. Damien, locked inside his room, was pissed about what had occurred the previous day. He had not even had much sleep since finding out that his long awaited mate was the daughter of his parent’s killer and the maid who he enjoyed humiliating. He had even almost killed her once amidst countless thoughts of doing so and now the one he considered his enemy was to be his mate. He became more angry just at the thought of it. He had expected someone else of more class and dignity, not a common peasant whose name had been dragged through dirt every single day among his pack and ins

He tells me. “I'm so sorry Damian, I know what that feels like.” I tell him. “Yeah, I think that's what drew me to you that day because we shared the same type of pain. Anyway, because of who I am, my parents are on me to get married so this all works out, you see it fate.” He says with a grin on his face but I am not finding any of this funny. “What do you mean because of who you are?” I ask him. “Oh yeah, I forgot, we didn't really get into the get to know you part that night. My name is Damian Renfir, son of Alpha Lucas Renfir and Luna Selene Renfir and heir to the Crescent Moon Pack.” He says.

He said. I looked at him. He is telling the truth. But why do I feel hurt and uneasy? "What's your name?" I asked, unconsciously. "Damian. Damian Vladimir Valentine." He replied. I have mixed emotions about my family and the man in front of me. Sympathy, sadness and even fury. I am furious as to what my clansmen did. They did not show any morality nor humanity to even sacrifice their own descendants. They are also so cruel on what they did to this man. He only loved someone, what's so wrong with that?

I laughed because I grew up with the future alpha, Damian. He is my best friend and occasionally we have kissed but I am keeping my virginity for my mate. Damian is 6’ 8” of solid muscle, short black hair, a tribal tattoo from his chest to his shoulder around his neck and arm and across this back. He is a walking sex on a stick with piercing bright blue eyes. His temper does match his bad boy look but has always had a sweet spot for me. I know I have always caught his eye. Being 5’ 7” slender and toned body with waist dark wavy hair and emerald green eyes, I tend to catch a few guys eyes. However I think most of them think they will get the position of beta so I tend to ignore them.

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

I look around Zane just in time to see one of his pack members lurching toward us. Holy fuck… Damian. The guy whose ass I kicked during my first sparring match with the males. He isn't fully human, but he isn't full wolf either. Damian is somewhere in between, similar to a lycan, but his deformed legs are crouched and his back hunched over, like he physically cannot stand upright. The fur on his back is black and wild, spiked in every direction. His hands are human, but with claws, the same way mine looks when I’m fighting a shift, but the skin is sickly pale, like that of a corpse, and every blue vein is visible.

Maryam tried to escape those eyes and quickly looked back to Damian. "But," she quickly thought of an excuse, and finding one, she blurted it out. "Your family is influential too. Can't you use your power to free your dad?" Damian shook his head. "I tried." He sighed. "It's why I came here from Singapore. We tried to use our money, our power, everything. But the man who got my father in this situation is very powerful. Only thing I know about him is that he's connected to the infamous mafia gang, Wolf rain."

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.