Damian Wayne Ethnicity Novels & Stories

" Sky's gaze trembled, and for a moment, she lowered her legs. "And you? Why did you become an instructor?" Damian sighed. "My family comes from a long line of warriors. My father wanted me to be a general. But I was always more interested in what makes someone strong from the inside. How you forge strength out of pain. Teaching... maybe that's my path." Sky turned toward him fully, her eyes bright with curiosity. "That's why you look at me sometimes as if you understand... more than you say." Damian smiled but didn't answer immediately.

“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

It was my choice to be his slave and I couldn't go back on my words even if I wanted to. Went straight to my desk and decided to do a little research on Damian… There has to be something about his parents on the internet.. After typing for a few minutes I finally found a few interesting things about Damian.. There was so much about his success in dominating the business world but there was little on his family history.. There was nothing about his parents, not even a picture and it turns out Grandma Vanessa and Grandpa Narciso are actually his maternal grandparents.. Apparently there's nothing on his other grandparents and his family too.. it's more like they never existed…

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.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

He was really charming, I thought to myself. Once we sat down, I asked them about their backgrounds, their jobs, etc. Just the usual topics you asked when you first met someone new. Damian was Chinese-Indonesian, just like me, but grew up in the US. Every year he’d come to Jakarta, Indonesia, to have a long holiday. He was able to speak Bahasa Indonesia, although not so fluent, not as fluent as when he was speaking English. His parents owned a few private villas in Bali that they remodeled to be hotels. Damian himself did not really have any job. He just helped his parents to manage their hotels, and he was into investing and trading in the stock markets.

Elena’s hand tightened around Ethan’s until he caught and returned the pressure. “W.K.?” Ethan’s whisper barely moved air. Jackson’s face was dragged into a lean seriousness. He shut his mouth for a moment and then said, carefully: “W.K. — William Kingstone. Damian’s father.” The name landed in the room like a dropped plate. Elena’s stomach dropped to somewhere felt as if it belonged to a different person. The old life, the accident, the nights of hospital fluorescence—everything moved in a loop, and now more than ever the loops overlapped.

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.

from Damien? A scowl twisted my lips as I thought of the man that had stolen Vivian's heart. Damien was dangerous, no doubt about that. But Vivian didn’t know that. She didn’t know the world she was involved in, didn’t know the kind of person she was surrounded by. **Damien Sullivan was a part of the Cosa Nostra**, and that meant he was a part of something far darker than she could imagine.

He paused, then added, “We need to talk.” Ethan raised an eyebrow but didn’t speak. He waited. Damien stepped away from the window and leaned back against the counter. His posture was casual, but his eyes were sharp. “Look,” he started, voice low and steady. “Just because we’re half-brothers doesn’t mean we have to be enemies. I know things between us have never been… good. Our father made sure of that. But we’re on the same side here, whether we like it or not.”