Damian Wayne Lego Novels & Stories

Damien, fueled by his burning desire for power and a twisted sense of entitlement, decided to make a bold move. He drafted a letter, sealed with his family's crest, requesting a one-on-one meeting with Dax, hoping to sway his stepbrother to hear his grievances and consider his perspective.

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.

"Why don't you show me how much you like this as well!" Damien grinned and nodded. Slipping his long body off the couch and onto the floor between her legs, he complied with her wishes. He slipped his tongue out and circled the treasure before him, catching the first few drops of moisture that had started to leak out between her lips. The moan she let out came from her belly, deep and long. "YESSSS! I have waited all day for this."

" THE HEAVY KING LEO’S P.O.V. I was gardening. But I wasn't using a hoe. I was using a pickaxe made of solid star-metal. I stood in the middle of the Mall now a vast, swampy rice paddy fed by the flooded Potomac. I swung the pickaxe. THUD. The ground shook. A shockwave rippled through the muddy water, knocking over a nearby heron. "Easy, Atlas," a voice rumbled. I looked over. Sitting on a massive stump of petrified wood was my father. Damian didn't move much these days. His stone leg had grown. The obsidian and bone had crept up past his hip, fusing his lower spine to the rock he sat on. He wasn't just guarding the door anymore; he was becoming part of the landscape. The Ancient Hammer rest

Damian turned his head toward me and said, "My name is Damian Pedersen and I'm Milo's cousin. Are you the lady who attacked Alpha Dire?" "No. I'm not an assassin. My name is Leah Lewyn and I'm from Kingfisher Pack." "Wow! The Royal Pack! Are you Royalty or something? I have never met Royalty in my life!" Damian wiped his hands on his pants before stretching out toward me. I was about to hold his hands, but his hands were held by Darren instead. "So, can you smuggle us out of this place or not?" Darren asked Damian. Damian looked hesitant. He scratched his head and said, "I can smuggle you out, but I don't want your bike. I want Leah's phone number."

I laughed because I grew up with the future alpha, Damian. He is my best friend and occasionally we have kissed but I am keeping my virginity for my mate. Damian is 6’ 8” of solid muscle, short black hair, a tribal tattoo from his chest to his shoulder around his neck and arm and across this back. He is a walking sex on a stick with piercing bright blue eyes. His temper does match his bad boy look but has always had a sweet spot for me. I know I have always caught his eye. Being 5’ 7” slender and toned body with waist dark wavy hair and emerald green eyes, I tend to catch a few guys eyes. However I think most of them think they will get the position of beta so I tend to ignore them.

I asked, turning my head. "Damian and Brielle. I think you're thinking about them," Lucian replied calmly. He was right. But I felt a little creeped out. Was he an Esper? Why was he always so good at reading my mind? "Damian works in the same field? Is he a designer too?" I asked when I managed to process his previous statement. "They both love art. Didn't he ever tell you? Damian works for an entertainment company in South Korea. He's the man behind the scenes," Lucian explained.

Even Maddox winced. Caspian raced around him, easy since Damian’s mobility had been cut by more than half. Caspian’s teeth sunk into Damian’s left leg, holding him. Pulling him back, Damian’s leg lifted and without the ability to hold himself up with his right hind leg, he collapsed. His paws dug into the dirt, but Caspian was too strong, dragging him across the arena. After a moment, Caspian grounded himself before tossing Damian away from him. Caspian stayed in wolf form, standing tall. Damian, however, struggled to stand. With his right leg out and now his left leg bleeding, he was struggling. My eyes filled with tears.

"I'm downstairs, right below your office. Let's die together, and the Goddess will let us be reborn again. I won't make the same mistakes next time, I swear!" I walked to the window and looked down. Sure enough, there was Damien. He was in a wheelchair, but his legs had been fitted with mechanical prosthetics. "You're insane," I said calmly. "I'm not insane! I've never been more clear!" he cackled. "Wait for me. I'm coming up for you right now!" Ten minutes later, my office door was smashed open. Damien stormed in on his mechanical legs, a silver dagger clutched in his hand.

Damian said with a slight nod, “you may go. We’ll continue your lessons tomorrow.” “Yes, Father.” Damon bowed once more, turned, and left the study with the same confident stride. When the door shut behind him, Damian’s gaze lingered on it for a long moment. The amused smile slowly returned to his lips. “He reminds me of someone,” Lucain said teasingly. Damian let out a low hum, his eyes thoughtful. “He reminds me of a younger version of myself.” Liam chuckled. “Then the ShadowFang Pack has nothing to fear.”