Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne/raven

Raven nods in response, as she continues to focus on Dagon's movements. "You really think you can beat me? I won't deny you're a good warrior and have skill, but you aren’t good enough." Dagon lunges right, making Raven move left, directly into the path of his sword. My mates and I all scream when his sword stabs right into Raven's torso, and effortlessly through her armor.

Raven The water beats down around us, hot and heavy, but all I feel, taste and know is him. Damian's kiss is rough, claiming, shattering every thought and fear, pulling me deeper, stripping away all my control until I'm left with only the burn of his mouth on mine.

Luca said while Mia was in tears already. "I'm sorry you found out like this. Yes I'm Raven but I love you for real. This..." "Nothing you say will make me still harbour some love for you. You have succeeded. You've ruined me, happy now?" He yelled. Raven's band mates were being distracted by the wolves and vamps so they didn't know what was going on here.

Blades would work if they didn’t get caught in a timeline glitch where they aged and rusted to dust. “Raven, you can raise the dead if they die within the Dream Realm. Remember? You’re the Dreamer.” Dominic said. He’d leaned close to her so only she could hear him speak to her and say this to her. He smiled into her hair as he said this to her. Dominic had wanted to remind people of this fact more than he had. But Raven didn’t want him to tell more wolves, and she didn’t want him to explain the details either.

Raven asked. I raised my hands to slap her but someone stopped me. “Don't you dare!” Dax whispered, squeezing my hands. “What the hell are you doing in my pack?” Dax asked angrily. “You are a clown! You took my wife and expected me not to come to this stupid place. It wasn't by choice,” Marcus said rudely. Dax turned to Raven. “Is he your husband?” Raven shook her head. “He is no longer my husband. He is only the father of my child,” Raven responded.

And now this… this quiet, possessive demand that felt more like a confession. Then, from down the hall, Mr. Vance’s calm voice cut through the silence. “Sir, the Raven intel you requested.” Damien’s expression closed off instantly, the softness hardening into ice. He gave me one last, lingering look—not quite gratitude, not quite desire, but something perilously close to both—before turning away. “My office,” he said to Vance, and walked off without another word. I stood there in the empty hallway, the ghost of his arm still warm under my fingertips, the echo of everywhere still humming in my ears.

10:30 𝚙𝚖. *𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛* As Bridgette sped through the rain-drenched streets, her anger burned hot and fierce. The knowledge of her lover's betrayal of her ultimate rival, Natalie Wayne, fueled her fury, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.

The car stops in front of a house where a man and a woman—middle-aged—walk out to greet me. I step out. “Good afternoon.” I offer a small bow. “Roland, how are you?” the woman speaks first. “I’m Rachel, Diana’s mother.” She opens her arms for a hug. I do not care for hugs. Or people. I never have. “Sorry,” I say flatly. “I’m not a hugger.” Her arms fall back to her sides, smile stiff. The man steps in. “Dylan, Diana’s father.” He offers his hand. I accept it.

The dagger rose was holding on him was digging in and his throat was bleeding, the sweat on his face told damian how scared he was by seeing his death. "Now you understood what I was saying Xavier... You shouldn't have laughed on my girl you know, I don't like it at all..." Damian mocked. "You can't kill me damian, you know you will start a war..." Xavier reasoned. Damian sighed and crossed his leg leaning back. "I know so let's solve this in a peaceful way, okay... Give me my weapons back and I won't bother you again, as simple as that..." "Fine..." Xavier quickly said and damian gestured rose to leave him and she did.

Scarlett winked. “And why is that?” Damian chuckled. “Cause I like your ass.” “Shit! I'll be late for my first class! Why didn't you wake me up, Dam?!” “Welcome back, Avery,” Damian chuckled, drinking his hot morning coffee. “Did you miss me a lot?” Avery smirked. “I can't believe I'll say that, but yeah.” “What a miracle!” Avery laughed. “By the way, which personality got out this time?” “Both.”