Damian Wayne Lego Novels & Stories

Realizing how many cookies I ate, as well as how much alcohol I drank, I slid the container over to him. Damian was short for a werewolf, but he was built like a brick shithouse. Having been one of the children that Julia had taken in for foster care, he was adopted by my parents' Betas. Looking the complete opposite of his adopted parents, Damian had jet-black hair and light blue eyes. He was fluent in sarcasm, and his wolf wasn't much different. Ace was a deep red color, and like his human counterpart, he didn't look like much, but he was strong and stealthy.

"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.

“Yes! I want a brother!” I laughed. “We’ll have to see how that works out.” “Congratulations to the both of you,” Wayne said. “I’m happy for all three of you.” “Well, you stole my thunder,” Damion said. I turned to look at him. “How did I steal your thunder?” He dropped to one knee, fishing in his pocket. “I planned to do this later, but I figure now that I’ve knocked you up, I better make an honest woman of you right away.”

“Not exactly.” Sienna’s pulse pounded in her ears. She crouched next to Julian, her fingers brushing over his shoulder. “This is Damian, sweetheart.” Julian blinked up at him. “Like Damian Wayne?” he asked. “From Batman?” Sienna almost laughed—almost. But Damian’s expression softened slightly. “Something like that,” he said quietly, kneeling down to Julian’s level. “Hi, Julian.” The moment was surreal. Damian Cavendish—man of steel, ruthless CEO—kneeling on polished wood floors, face to face with a five-year-old boy.

Damian’s POV I took a long sip of my tea, letting the warmth run down my throat. My fingers gently played with the edge of the letter in my hand, the ink still slightly wet. I had prepared a letter to be delivered to the Dark Armies for the sake of forming an alliance with them. I just needed a strong army of rogues for the sake of going to war with Kyler. The healer pressed down harder on my leg, and I winced. “Watch it,” I muttered, clenching my jaw.

"I want my shipments back otherwise I won't stop her next time..." Damian threatened him and left the office followed by his people. ***** "He didn't gave it back..." Jack informed damian and he cursed Xavier. "That fucker won't listen like this, looks like he need some motivation..." Damian smirked and looked at jack. "He has a son right ?..." "Yes 5 years old..." Jack answered... "Kidnap him..." Damian ordered and jack nodded.

Damian uttered and Lucien nodded slowly. “I understand. He said you were interesting and had a good sense for weaponry and security" Lucien uttered and Damian nodded. “I and my best friend have the best security and weaponry in the world if I do say so myself" Damian bragged before taking a sip of his drink. “Hmm then maybe you and I could work together soon. I'd be needing help in that category. What do you say? The pay will be good" Lucien uttered and I turned to him with wide eyes. Was he being serious?

He had already planned out exactly how he'd torment Ashton—how he'd make Ashton watch while he had his way with Sylvia! "Shut up!" Timothy snarled at Damian, his eyes bloodshot. Damian flinched, looking rather bewildered. As the seconds passed, Timothy started to sweat. To see the Legion's Sigil was akin to seeing the head of the Legion. This was the very first rule he learned when he joined the Legion—and it was an iron-clad one. "Kneel!" Ashton repeated himself, his voice commanding.

Adams replied, his tone confident but tinged with a hint of authority. Discovering that Adams was the one Lucian had entrusted with leadership duties melted Damian's heart. Not only did Adams bear a striking resemblance to his long-time friend, a werewolf as well, but they also shared a similar mannerism. The most heartwarming aspect, though, was seeing Adams earlier that day with his daughter, who seemed entirely at ease in his presence. It indicated a strong bond between them. Damian couldn't possibly bring harm to someone his daughter cherished as a friend. However, he still needed to deliver his message in a manner that would leave them trembling. "Very well then. I suppose you're the on

“Don’t you have other things to do?” “Not when Aldo is around. I don’t play with him. You can tell him to be creative when it comes to the gates of his own house.” “He should be the baby brother that you protect. But look. You decided to go the other way. That’s why you have been sending Liam to me right? To turn him against me.” Damian faked a gasp, with his hand to his chest. “Now, why would I be interested in turning Liam against you? He is a puppet. And that’s all he would ever be. He isn’t destined for greatness. He just makes himself vulnerable over and over again.”