Damian Wayne Ethnicity 소설 & 이야기

“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

And every time I recalibrate, he counters—like he’s watching me work. Unless he isn’t watching me. Unless someone else is. I pull up an encrypted server and access a dossier I compiled long before this war went public. A contingency file. Insurance, if you will. Against men who believed their secrets were immune to time. One name stares back at me. ETHAN CROSS. Damian’s father. The old power. The architect who taught his son how to survive without ever teaching him how to be free. I feel a flicker of something close to regret.

We shared a father, nothing more. “You don’t have to worry about me,” I said calmly. “What you should worry about is your belly instead. Let’s see how you’re going to give birth to a pup of a higher bloodline. After all… bloodlines don’t lie.” I lowered my gaze to Chloe’s abdomen and let out a small smile. Damian’s expression darkened instantly, a killing intent flickering in his eyes. “What trash are you spouting? Damian is a rare Golden Lycan. His offspring are guaranteed to be golden werewolves. You’re just jealous he didn’t choose you, so you’re trying to disgust us.”

How did Damian come to be? His dad fell in love with the queen of south side pack. Fell in love? Damian don't think so. Now, they spent most days at each other's throat. Fighting in their true forms. Damian thinks he married her because of the throne. When he was a kid, he tried to turn Damian against the wolves. Damian had his first kill when he was five. Damian would never forget. Darien Gerald. He was royalty but he was a vampire. Damian concluded his dad had a personal beef with him and Damian was his personal soldier. After that, he and his mom had their first fist fight in his presence.

“The woman wanted nothing to do with all the children she birthed…except Zip.” I slide my hands over to Alice’s to hold them. They’re cold. Our eyes meet and inside hers is a swirling mix of several kinds of emotions, with none being predominant. A muddled mess. “His mother was in an arranged marriage at a tender age to Virgo, Damian’s father who was originally the mafia head of all of Russia. When that happened, I hadn’t been employed. But it was rumoured that she and him had a fight every other night. She opposed him at every turn.”

He had killed all the Elders in less than a few seconds; who the hell was he? Damien turned, his eyes red and his face still in his beast form, "Who else wants to challenge me to evict me from my position?" "I say come forth!" he yelled. But no one dared. Instead, they bowed, pledging their allegiance to him. "Very well," Damien stated, breathing hard, and when he turned, Emberlynn noticed he was now his normal self. Except for the blood stain on his clothes and face, he looked pretty much normal, yet she knew there wasn't anything normal about him after all that she had seen.

Mean while in the Blue lake clan, Alpha Damian was in his office working on some documents when he heard a knock on the door, he raised hes head as the person entered the office A seventy five year old man and a seventy year old woman walked into Alpha Damian office and sat down on the chair oppsite him, Damian looked at them and pretended to be working on the file with him. The old man was Grand pa Laite and the old woman was Grand ma Laite, this old people were Damian grand parent, after the death of Damian parents, they both pratically raised Damian even though Damian was already the Alpha at a very young age when Grand pa Laite saw that Damian was ignooring them he picked his walking sti

It contained only three words: “He’s coming personally.” Across the city, Damian Kane stood on the rooftop of one of his office towers, the skyline glittering behind him. He was a tall man in his late forties, with silver-streaked hair and eyes as cold as steel. He held a glass of whiskey in one hand, his phone in the other. “Ethan Reyes,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “You’ve made quite the entrance into my world. But you’re about to learn… I don’t lose.”

Then the double doors at the back of the briefing room slammed open. Every camera whipped around. He walked in. Damien. No cuffs. No prison jumpsuit. Just gray joggers, a plain black t-shirt, hair a mess like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. His eyes were dark, stormy..,equal parts fury and something rawer. Worry. Exhaustion. Jaxon and Gerald flanked him, plus three other men I didn’t recognize, and a woman trailing close behind. We all screamed his name at the same time, hugging each other in celebration.

He asks while introducing himself. Beta Damian is a little on the short side for a werewolf of rank. He’s about 6ft, has sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He’s well-built and has tattooed sleeves. He has a well-maintained beard, almost short enough to only be called stubble. It works for him.