Damian Wayne Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Damian said after he was also done dressing. He was dressed in sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt. He still managed to look hot in just simple wear, he held out his hand which I took. Damian is very charming and romantic, that's how it makes him the perfect serial killer. He can pick any girl of the street with ease and because the girls are willing no one will suspect anything.

Luciano sounded amused and I could tell because of the lopsided smile that played on his lips. I nodded. "I honestly want to know more about them. They seem like a very interesting family with dangerous secrets. Just like ours" Luciano laid flat on the bed, facing the ceiling. It was as if he was thinking on what to say to me. Or perhaps what to lie to me about. I was about opening my mouth to urge him to speak when he started talking as if reading my mind. "Damien is a drug baron which you know quite well. He helps us concerning the movement and sales of drugs all around Europe and Asia but Ecuador is his main territory. His sisters, Leila and Valerie mean the entire world to him.

“Since when did you care about my health other than paying the bills?“ Damian wanted to say he cares. Though he has been a dickhead but he keeps track of his recovery process. But he decided not to push it further. He swallowed past the bile rising in his throat. “I came to ask you about my family. My family's name is Stormrider. They are a member of the Cadman pack. Did you by any chance remember them?“

And Damian… Damian is a Lycan blooded Alpha. Even if I tried to fight, I wouldn’t last one second. But still, my eyes flick toward the heavy lamp. The corner table. The chair leg. I run through every weapon I could use—every opening I might find. But the answers are all the same. He’s stronger and he will win. The mattress creaks as I sit, bones stiff with dread. I stare at the floor, the lingerie clinging to my damp skin, praying for some miracle, some divine intervention—

Even though Kayson’s lightning energy did not counter his negative energy, there was no way he could defend himself against an attack from Kayson. Damian was an elite fighter from the Skyspring Wolfendens. He was only half a step away from entering the gold stage, but he met his demise at the hands of Kayson today. “Dr. Yarde... Are you a pre-celestial energy user?” Gerald did not know how to put his feelings into words right now. If he could get someone like Kayson to help his family, he might be able to bring his family to the next level and reach the heights of the six great families.

“Oh, so you’re a Volante?” “She’s the daughter of Gataeno Volante.” Damiano informed as he sipped his wine. “How interesting.” His grandmother commented, tilting her head slightly to the side as she looked at Damiano. “Well, at least you’re Italian, or part of you is… Tell me, dear, what are you?” “Ay, madre…” His mother sighed and shook her head. I chuckled at his grandmother’s choice of words. “My mother is Greek. Is it that obvious that I’m not fully Italian?” I grimaced a little, feeling embarrassed that my Italian sucked this much.

Damian looked expressionless and no one knew what he thought about his son. He didn't expect that so many things would happen while he slept. Not only did he have a son borne by Mavis, that son even became a killer and hurt his other son. Damian had always been heartless toward Mavis. When he was captured by Mavis and brought to the drug lord's lair, he could have escaped but he chose to stay and secretly gathered information so that he could collaborate with his partners who were outside.

Damien was given that position with a new identity by his father and close friends. The real Damien Knight was Danial's Father's friend's dead son, so getting the passport and their belongings was simple. Liam was sent with his sister to New York to be with his and was already getting tried to enter in Mafia, so it was easy for him to settle there. In five years, he built an Empire that no one could match.His fake parents had died in a car accident, but he had nothing to do with them because he was now the cruelest person in the whole world....

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.”

Damian didn't even have time to study or arrange his songs as he only took care of Avery and made sure she didn't need anything. “Yo! Mr Best Friend!” Nate approached him with a smirk on his face. “Don't call me like this,” Damian muttered coldly. “I can call you whatever I want, and I can't even remember your name.” Nate chuckled. “But I don't care about you. Where is Avery?” Damian stared at him with a disgusted face. “How dare you ask about her?” Nate furrowed his eyebrows. “What's with this tone suddenly?” “Don't ask about her after what you did.”