Damian Wayne Older Novels & Stories

By the time Damian stepped into his father’s old study, the scent of aged whiskey and cedarwood clung to the air like ghosts. He hadn’t been here in years—not since the night his father’s empire had nearly collapsed under betrayal. The memories clawed at the edges of his . Elena stood quietly by the doorway, her gaze tracing the faded photographs lining the mahogany shelves. There was one of a young Damian, barely sixteen, beside a man who bore his sharp features—the elder Cross. His father’s hand rested on his shoulder, the same hand that had once taught him how to wield both kindness and cruelty in the boardroom.

Holly said dismissively Part of me wanted to call her out for being disrespectful but I let it slide, Wyatt didn’t however. “You will address her accordingly!” He firmly stated glaring at them “My apologizes King Wyatt and Queen Nina. My dear mate forgets her childhood friend has moved on and it hurts us that we haven’t stayed in touch. Maybe this will allow us to build a relationship of sorts, even if it is business.” Damian said sounding politically correct but the silent jabs were still there. “Fortunately for us, we have already picked our staff and are not looking to increase our business partners at this time. I have put my childhood behind me and I suggest you do the same.” I said wit

Peter pouted. "My cousins came from my city, so I had to stay with them." "Your cousins?" Peter raised an eyebrow. "Are they guys?" Damian nodded. "All of them." Peter frowned. "How many of them? And how old are they?" Damian chuckled, "Well, there are only two of my older cousins," The blond frowned again. "Are they handsome?" He asked coldly. Damian ran his fingers through his soft hair to tease the older. "They kinda look like me. I'll show you pictures of them later." Peter nodded his head and hummed.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Eve stirred slightly but didn't wake, just burrowed deeper into Damon's warmth with a soft sound that made Damian's chest tighten. He pulled on pants and a shirt and slipped out of the bedroom, his bare feet silent on the hardwood floors as he made his way through the quiet estate. The office was dark when he entered, but Damian didn't bother with lights. Just moved to the window and looked out over the grounds as the sky began to lighten from black to deep blue to pale grey. Twenty-six years old when his parents died. Twenty-six years old when he became Alpha. Twenty-six years old when the weight of the Blackwood legacy landed on his shoulders and he'd had to decide who he was going to be.

But Damian's path to becoming the heir was not easy, some of his family members did not accept it. Damian wiped the corner of his slightly bleeding lip. He had just been slapped by the old man in front of him, who was none other than the important guest. "Are you getting tired of the job? How many subsidiaries have made huge losses lately." The old man was furious. He banged the wooden stick he was holding several times. His emotions were running high. "Sorry Dad," Damian said quietly. His head lowered. The man had suddenly turned weak. Not like before who looked scary.

At some point it felt as though I’d ordered a catalogue just to see his screwed up face until I reached into the later part of the file. Now I was looking at his history. Damien .D. Born on the 19th of May, 1991 in North Carolina. No known siblings. Surprisingly he seemed to have gone to some of the best prestigious schools, but nothing here gave exactly what we were looking for. My phone began to ring again. Phil. “Hey, there’s nothing more than background stuff here. Sure you got the right intel?” “Yeah man, forgot to mention that we’d be visiting one of his schools. Apparently they should have more information on him.”

Master Dan said his eyes fixed on Damian. "He's not my brother," Damian replied angrily. "I'm Oliver Antonio," Oliver chuckled. "We share the same father." "And I'm Damian Isreal Makari. That asshole you call father isn't my father," Damian said emphasizing on the "my father". "My father died the day my mom died," Damian said hiding some sort of emotion.

James gave her a warm smile before focusing his eyes on the road again. "Are you just letting that woman go like this?" Damian was seething with anger. He was expecting that the elders will scold his older brother for being easily deceived. His hoping that this incident will tarnish his brothers reputation and lost the elders trust. However it did not happen. They are angry but also sympathetic.

But if she ever thought I was a threat… even by mistake… Yeah. No thanks. So when the classroom door opened and Damian walked in—with Leon right behind him—my whole body stiffened like it always does. Like it’s been trained to. Damian is Ava’s older brother. Twenty years old. Sharp-featured, all cocky grins and dark eyes that don’t hide how much he enjoys being cruel. He only ever pays attention to me when he’s bored and looking for something to kick. He usually finds me.