Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

The lies. Damian gritted his teeth and brought the glass to his lips, the whiskey burning as it went down. He couldn’t let it go, not yet. Lucas was dead, but there was still unfinished business. With a deep breath, Damian dialed a number. It rang twice before a gruff voice answered. “This is Carter.” “It’s me,” Damian said, his voice steady but laced with tension. “Mr. Wolfe,” Carter replied, his tone immediately more formal. “What can I do for you?”

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.

His fingers dug deeper into my waist as he pulled me closer into his chest. His eyes flickered to Henry, and the grin widened just a bit before he dropped the grenade on them, voice calm, like he was talking about the weather. “I’m Damian,” he said. “Cindy’s boyfriend.” What! Damian?! He let the silence stretch, letting it sink in. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you all.”

**Lennon (11:05 AM):** working out? **Damian (11:06 AM):** Yeah! **Lennon (11:06 AM):** can i see? A few seconds stretched. Lennon stared at the screen like it might bite him. Then the photo loaded. Damian in the penthouse gym—shirtless, skin gleaming with fresh sweat under the overhead LEDs. Chest carved, shoulders broad, arms flexed from whatever set he’d just finished. One hand held the phone out for the mirror selfie; the other raked back through damp, dark hair. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, devastating path down the center of his sternum, past the snarling bear tattoo, disappearing into the deep V below his navel. The waistband of his black gym shorts sat low. Too low.

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

I stared at the vampire. He looked young, but his eyes held an ancient wisdom and cunning. "Who are you?" I demanded. The vampire looked up and gave me a sinister smile. "My name is Damian," he said, his voice elegant and cold. "You may have heard Lila mention me." My heart stopped. "Lila's... brother?" "Her partner, to be precise," Damian said, licking his lips. "We were on the same team." The captain flipped through a file. "This Damian's identity has been confirmed. High-ranking vampire, has been embedded in wolf society for years." He looked at me. "According to our investigation, he has been supplying a special poison to an omega named Lila."

The heavy reinforced door of the Maybach clicked and swung open. Damian stepped into the frame. He looked like a dark god of war disguised as a billionaire executive. His charcoal-grey suit fit his broad shoulders perfectly, concealing the dark leather harness holding his custom tactical firearm beneath his arm. His stormy grey eyes met mine, instant warmth cutting through his cold, lethal aura. "It’s time," Damian said, extending a hand to me. I took his hand, letting his crushing, reassuring strength pull me out of the vehicle. He didn't let go immediately. He pulled me close, his thumb lightly brushing across my knuckles, his dark gaze scanning my face for any sign of panic.

Rough. Minimal. Cold. “You shouldn’t be in here.” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him. I scoffed lightly. “I don’t want to be.” I crossed my arms. “But I need to tell you about Damian.” Cain folded his arms across his chest. “I’m listening.” That was…Unexpectedly easy. I took a breath. “Damian is a very sly man,” I began, putting extra emphasis on the word. “And he doesn’t need to be physically stronger than you to win.”

” Trayton ~”Boss? Jackson ~”Get used to it, they won't call you anything else, it is a sign of respect.” Trayton ~”Hey Gunner.” Jackson ~”Then this is Damian. He is the one with the brains, he protects you and looks after you and Ava, and he does anything you tell him to do. He runs things when you can't.” Damian ~”How is it boss?” Trayton ~”Great thanks Damian.” Jackson ~”I would give you a third one but you got Dominic.”

"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.