Damian Wayne Middle Name Novels & Stories

called Selena with a shudder. "Damian." Damian tried to stabilize his breathing. "What?" Selena turned to him with confusion. "My name is Damian, don't just call me 'hey'. You have no manners, say my name!" muttered Damian a little annoyed. Damian moved away, he was back on top of Selena and staring at Selena. Selena looked the other way as she felt Damian start to come. "Ungh!" Selena moaned. "Look at me!"

His father was an Elder of the highest degree, and while his father’s presence was always prominently known, his son never bothered to show up. “What is your name?” he asked me. “My name is Valene, sir.” “Damian,” he said to me. “Call me Damian…or Master Damian, I guess.” he seemed quite unimpressed by his own title. “Master Damian, it’s a pleasure. Is there something that I can help you with?” “You’re quite…welcoming,” he approached me even closer. “For a gold blood. That is dangerous.” “Well, then maybe I should depart, sir. My Master is awaiting my attendance.” I said.

I repeated looking at her as I processed which she had said. “Damon named her,” Evelyn said, glancing down at the baby. “He chose Isla, short and sweet, easy on the tongue. I believe it suits her. Do you want to look at her?” I swallowed hard, the weight of the name settling over me. Isla. A name that felt so small and fragile, much like the baby it belonged to. But I knew looking at her was going to make me weaken and I was not going to be able to protect her.

"I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword pack. I reject you, Annie, as my mate. Everything between us is done." "Damon?" I blurted, my face washed with tears. "Do you really want to do this?"

“He is.” Damian watched the scene quietly, something deep and aching in his chest. This—this was family. Chosen, earned, defended. After a long moment, Arielle spoke gently. “We named him.” Liam looked up. “You did?” “Leo,” Damian said. “And his middle name is Liam.” Liam blinked. Once. Twice. Then his face crumpled completely. “Oh no,” he said hoarsely. “You can’t do that.”

It was just a coincidence. But the feeling wouldn’t go away. The way the guards acted. The sheer size of this place. Mom’s sudden perfect marriage. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. “Mom… what did you say Richard’s last name is?” She turned to me with a bright smile, completely missing the tension in my voice. “Voss, sweetheart. Richard Voss. But everyone calls him by his middle name sometimes—Damien. He prefers it in personal settings.” The world tilted. Damien.

He looked like your typical boy next door and not one you would see battling for revenge. "Oooh," he grinned. "You're mesmerized, aren't you?" "Fuck off!" I snapped. "Gladly," he chuckled and turned to go. "Move and I'll gladly pummel you to bits." I threatened. "Who the hell are you?" He sighed. "I'm Damian. D for short. Shall I tell you my middle name, where I live, and place of birth?" "I detest talkative. The only thing saving you right now is my lack of a gun." I spat.

Emma's heart rate was steady at eighty-two—normal, healthy, the kind of rhythm she'd once taken for granted and now monitored constantly. "There's something I need to tell you," Damien said eventually. "About my family. About the Cross name." Emma tensed slightly. "Okay." "I'm changing it. Legally. I don't want to be associated with Marcus and Daniel anymore. Their crimes, their conspiracy, their legacy—I want distance from all of it." Damien looked at her directly. "I'm going back to my mother's maiden name. Damien Hartley." Emma processed this. Damien was severing ties with his family identity, starting over. "That's a big decision."