Damian Wayne Ethnicity Novels & Stories

What could he have done that was so bad to land himself in these contracts? "Jarvis, tell me everything you can about my newly assigned contract." I asked. "Damien, who goes by only Damien and doesn't entertain a surname, was born Human in 1834. He was turned by an unknown Vampire at the young age of 28. The reason why is unknown. He has no family, no lineage, no heir. He lives currently in Maine, but originated in England. He owns Edge Enterprises, which specializes in programming for artificial intelligence. His programs are widely used in a variety of applications, including those utilized by The Academy. I was created by Damien as well. Much else about him is unknown, he seems to be a ve

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…

“As much as you have taught us not to base our opinion of others by what someone else says, it’s difficult for me to see how an entire pack can turn their back on a single wolf based on allegations. There has to be something that has created these rumors and I’m not going to be comfortable with him being here until we know what they are.” I’m disappointed in his stance but I nod to his response. I make eye contact with Damian. He’s the only one I haven’t heard from yet. He breaks his contact with me, shaking his head as he looks to the ground. He takes his time before he speaks, making me nervous towards his answer. Damian was born with the same sensitivity, the same instincts towards helpin

He stood tall, with a lean but muscular build that spoke of confidence and power. His chiseled jawline, brown hair, and intense brown eyes were striking enough to make anyone look twice. And judging by the way Amelia was looking at him, she wasn’t immune to his appeal either. “That’s Damian,” Amelia said softly, her voice filled with a mix of awe and caution. “Dominique’s older brother. The second son of the Blackwoods.” I stared at him, trying to reconcile the image in front of me with the warnings I had been given. Damian was notoriously known as a womanizer, a predator in his own right, who treated women as nothing more than objects for his amusement.

I asked in annoyance. “His name is Damian Zade. Canadian origins. Not married, no children, gay judging by the intimate photos we saw of him kissing another man or men actually. His younger brother is named Daniel, he is his right hand man. We couldn’t find any addresses though. Only pictures of them” he said as he dropped two photos on the table in front of us. We all leaned closer to take a look at them. Their names were written on the side of their photos. Damian was apparently in his forties.

I grinned "In the light of knowing your age, I'll say you should stop being a worrywart,.least you start growing grey hairs and fight less because you'll be running out of energy faster than we young people" He burst to laughter. Louder than the previous ones I've ever heard from him. He seemed very free and happy, not like the Boss of the underworld, not like the owner of a multimillion dollars company, Just Damien. The husband of Serena Rossi and the Father of Maria Genovese. That's who he looks like in this moment. It warmed something in my chest and I lifted my hand to rub it.

Lexie Damian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-yea

"Yeah, I am. Damien assured me that the movie crap isn't him and he doesn't run around killing people. So, yeah, I'm okay with it. I may have to take a vacation after this, but I'm okay with it." He was getting more comfortable around the two and he relaxed more into the chair. He finished his coffee before it got cold. He was sitting there thinking about his conversation with Damien and that he spoke Latin. Roman Latin to be specific, according to Damien himself. Did that make him a priest before he was changed? Latin? Why was that sticking in his head? OH YEAH! Now I remember! My brother had a t-shirt and the school suspended him for it. Mom and Dad would never tell me what it said. What w

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

Elena stayed hidden behind the curtain, watching the man who now stood before the world stripped of his armor. “Thank you for coming,” Damian began. “There have been rumors—questions about my past, my family, my name. I’m here to tell you the truth.” The audience leaned forward. “I was not born a Cross,” he said simply. “I was born Damian Blackwell.” Gasps rippled through the hall. He continued, voice steady. “Richard Cross adopted me after my family abandoned me. I owe my success to his faith, not my bloodline. Every decision I’ve made, every risk I’ve taken—it’s been for this company. I will not apologize for that.”