Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne/raven

This man had spent the entire meeting insisting Raven meant nothing to him, but he was still willing to give Bloodfang fifteen of his best warriors for three months just to take her body home. Maybe Ironclaw’s burial rites mattered more to him than Raven herself did. No one who speaks about his own mate that way deserved one in the first place, Zedd muttered. For once, I had nothing to argue with him about. I left the meeting room satisfied with the arrangement. Once the agreement was signed, Lucan could take Raven’s body and leave. By tomorrow, fifteen of Ironclaw’s elite warriors would be serving under Bloodfang command for the next three months. The arrangement should have been the last t

Raven walked over to his secure terminal, his fingers flying across the dual-screen interface with cold, surgical precision. "If Damien wants to play digital warfare," Raven muttered, "we'll give him an empire-ending war he never saw coming." I walked up beside him, resting my hand firmly on his shoulder. The fear that had paralyzed me all evening was entirely gone, replaced by a sharp, unified resolve. "What's our first move?" I asked, my gaze fixed on the lines of tracking code appearing on the monitor.

Maybe a little older. But his smile... It was the same one I'd written about in my diary. My cheeks warmed immediately. "I've been looking everywhere for you," Draven said. Then... His eyes landed on me. Only for a second. His smile disappeared. It wasn't obvious. Most people wouldn't have noticed. But I did. He looked annoyed. Then, just as quickly, the smile returned. "You coming?" Damien glanced between us. "I'll be there." Draven nodded before walking away.

Anna smiled, while scrolling through her phone for more pictures of Damien. Arya’s eyes shook as she saw each picture and realization hit her. Mr. Wade, her romance counselor was Sir Damien! How in the damn world had that happened?

The venom in my voice was enough to peel paint off walls. Her eyes widened, then narrowed, then she actually growled. I swear, if this woman lunged at me, I’d happily rip that wig off her scalp and feed it to Elon Bark. She was two steps from pouncing when a door banged open. “WHAT is going on here?” Damien’s voice cut through the air like thunder. I groaned out loud. Perfect. Just perfect. Of all the moments for him to appear…why this one? Why couldn’t he just, I don’t know, fall into a hole and never come back?

— Pilot: Raijin Role: Electronic Warfare Loadout: Kamikage Customworks “Tsunami” Covert Combat Frame [B] Kamikage Customworks “Shuriken” ESP Mk9 ElectroStun Pistol [B] Hermes Aerospace “Skymirror” EWar Suite (SM) [A] — Raijin’s light blue Tsunami hovered up in the trees, mostly hidden within the thick canopy of the forest itself. Although the copious amount of leaves and branches obscured her sensors, she could still “see” relatively cleanly.

Raven wore only a long, sheer black robe open at the front and sky-high heels. Damien sat in a wide lounge chair, fully dressed, watching her. “Dance for me,” he ordered. Raven danced like a temptress — slow, sensual movements, the robe slipping off her shoulders, her hands sliding over her breasts, down her stomach, between her thighs. She never broke eye contact. When she straddled him, rubbing her bare, soaked pussy along the thick ridge of his cock through his pants, Damien finally snapped. He gripped her hips and guided her movements, letting her grind harder, faster, until she was moaning his name.

His eyes are fixed on me, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. “What?” Dustin’s smile is predatory, sending a chill through me. “No,” I say, my voice shaking. Nothing I was saying made any since. “No what?” Dustin steps closer, his eyes locked on mine. “You are having secret conversations from me now, Raven. Don’t you trust me?” I stood up facing him not sure if I was going to bolt to my room or prepare to fight him. “No, I don’t. Not after everything that’s happened.” Dustin’s smile fades, replaced by a look of cold fury. “You’re mine, Raven. You always have been, and you always will be.”

It’s almost been 8 months since Raven came to me. My gift from the goddess. My everything. My love. She is the best warrior we have, I found out through her dreams/memories of her parents that she was a warriors daughter. It made sense with how strong and fast paced she was during training, it also explained how she was paired with an Alpha, she was beyond strong, in both body and mind.

“Raven. Mia’s right. We came for Raya. Not this.” Damian’s hand hovered near her shoulder, not touching, but close. “Don’t give in to violence. Not now.” Painfully slow, Raven’s fists lowered. Her jaw remained locked, her fire unquenched, but the step forward she’d been poised to take never came. Relief flooded me—thin, fragile, trembling on the edge of collapse. Then came the laugh. Low. Cruel. It unfurled across the night, echoing against the metal walls until it coiled into every shadow.