Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table as if he was about to say something important. "I don't understand," she asked, frowning. "May I know who you are?" Maryam narrowed her eyes at him, getting a bit impatient. She knew that Cornelia would be sad but for her to break down like that was surprising for her and she didn't know how to handle it. "My name is Damian. Damian Wilson." He smiled at her tightly as if giving her some kind of sign that she didn't recognize. She turned back to the weeping Cornelia in her hands and spoke.

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.

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

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

and Damien who has proven to be a great asset to have. Irk and Tanner started arguing when we arrived and Damien seemed to be the only one who could calm them down, I think it was because he's staked like a brick house, and both Irk and Tanner seemed to have started to drool once they saw him. I ship them all three of them. Insert evil laugh here. “You have our blessing” an Asian looking man who’s just as hot as YS but way older says as he comes to shake both mine and Viktor’s hands.

Journal entry 201 Dear Treadway I have started calling you Way. You do not seem very fond of it because you correct me every time l say Way saying it's Treadway. I do not listen though because I want to be someone you think about. Every time you hear Way anywhere else you think of me. Selfish aren't l? I try talking to you on certain occasions but you keep the conversations professional, most of the times l do the talking. Not that you have a habit of ignoring people but I think you just don't talk a lot, you are reserved

The director said loud enough for everyone to hear. Interviewer: Good morning Cabin city!. It is another morning to chase opportunities and work towards our individual goals. It is a motivational morning Cabin, and we have one of the best motivational figures here with us this morning. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Damien Wayne. Good morning again sir, It is such a pleasure to have you here. I must say that your presence here has motivated me already. (we laughed). Me: That's allowed! Good morning Miss Jes. Good morning Cabin city. Interviewer: Before we begin sir, I, I mean, we all in Cabin would love to get a motivational headsup to start our day.

“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.”

Though people always noticed the strong resemblances they just assumed as they said the blood of the males in the family was strong but in truth the only thing that had changed was Damians name by adding names such as junior or some other. And this continued throughout the end of the 19th century and the 20th century, the only thing that had changed was Damians ability to control himself while in the werewolf state though he occasionally lost control and stained his fur and body with blood. In the year 1999 Damian was reborn as Wilson Damian Smith in the state of Pennsylvania with the only people knowing of his true identity being the butlers he has had over years, but it was the year 2024.

“That was quick.” I sighed, grateful for the distraction. “Because there wasn’t any real training,” I muttered. Kai smirked. “She’s impatient.” Damien let out a soft chuckle. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He turned his focus back to me. “If you’re free now, you should come with me. I want to show you something.” I frowned. “Show me what?” “My workshop.” My frown deepened. “Your workshop?” Kai was the one who answered. “Damien isn’t just an intellectual lycan—he’s a genius. He’s the one who designs most of the warcraft and weapons used in Blackwood and beyond.”