Damian Wayne Weapon Novels & Stories

"I’m going to open the vents, Elena. I’m going to let them all in." My fingers closed around the cold titanium hilt. It felt like an extension of my own nervous system. It felt like the only truth I had left. "You're insane," I whispered. "You're letting them into the cage." "It’s not a cage anymore," Damian said, his eyes burning with a dark, obsessive intensity. "It’s a kill-box. And you are the primary weapon." He pulled back, his hand lingering on my wrist for a second too long. He looked at the countdown on the screen.

I was waiting for her to answer but she could even open her mouth Stefan butted in “I… and Victoria are friends Mr. Dewan” Hearing his answer my hand sub consciously turned into a fist, I simply tilted my head a little and gestured Ryan who was standing behind me, upon receiving my signal Ryan very dramatically pulled out his safety gun from his back and unswervingly fired four rounds of bullets at Stefan who was sitting on my couch. Each bullet fired by Ryan landed on either side of Stefan, his fired bullets smoothly pierced right thorough my couch merely missing a small inch from Stefan body, seeing this bold act of Ryan I saw a visible flash of fear pass through Stefan and Victoria eyes.

She wondered but he was long gone. Diablo walked down the stairs but rather than going through the clustered bodies, he turned to his right, walking to the far end of the room. There were many couples making out in the semi dark hallway but they weren’t his business and he seemed to have in mind where he was going. He opened a door and was outside in a dark alley, he brought out his phone and dialed a number but the person wasn’t answering. He dialed again and right waiting for the person to answer, he heard a commotion inside and turned in speed to the door, bending over immediately to duck a bullet sent at him. “Fuck,” he cursed, shoving his phone into his pocket and pulling out his sliver

— I think it's good that the one who defends me hasn't been accused numerous times. — Now, here comes the light topic, you can relax. I did that to see your reactions under pressure. You have excellent posture, congratulations. – Miguel smiled, causing Catherine to do the same – But nothing I said is a lie. – The smile on Catherine's face disappeared as Miguel dragged his chair to his closet, opening it and taking a black thermos bottle with what appeared to be water from the side of his backpack, opening it and taking a sip. – In this team, we have me, you, Diego, and Rogerio. I'll tell you a little bit about the guys so you can at least know their names. Rogerio is an expert in solving mar

"The High Council is watching us. If Inspector Vance hears this, he’ll think I cheated on Christopher before I left! And if Christopher hears..." She stopped. She didn’t want to imagine how mad his pride would get. Determined to stop it, Sarah walked out to the training grounds behind the estate. The sun was bright over the field. By the weapon racks, Damian stood alone with a heavy wooden sword. He wore a black sleeveless shirt. His strong back and arms were on display. White bandages were wrapped around his left arm from the cuts 2 days ago. He was hitting a wooden post. Every swing was fast, exact, and deadly.

But for a regular wolf… One direct hit would overload their system, shutting down their heart in seconds… instant, merciless death. Damian turned the sleek tech gun over in his palm once, twice, as though testing its weight the way a butcher might appraise a particularly fine blade. The blue energy coil in the barrel pulsed softly, a cold heartbeat of light that promised agony tailored to the victim. He smiled, an indulgent, almost paternal smile and flicked his wrist. The weapon sailed through the air in a lazy arc.

Damian froze like a statue with his face numb and his breath hitched. After a moment of deep regret, Damian shot toward Melissa like an arrow, “You ganged with that bastard who camouflaged as a friend to me just to take me down?” He said hoarsely, his finger pointing at his chest. "Yes yes yes!” Melissa uttered quickly under her breath, nodding rapidly. Damian stepped back, clenching his jaw as his eyes reddened. He stretched his hand backward. Authur handed him the stun gun. Melissa whose gaze monitored his every movement darted her gaze swiftly, “No you can't do this to–”

Emberlynn stated. "I'm not trying to stop you; I am just afraid you might get hurt," he stated. That made it the two of them because she felt the same way. She felt he would get hurt or even die suddenly from the ongoing attack. Damien wasn't immortal anymore, and he could quickly die even from a piece of silver and wolfsbane. Luckily, she hadn't seen anyone wielding a silver blade. When the witch was finally done, she approached Emberlynn before being gathered immediately by the Elders.

His presence alone made the men hesitate, their guns half-raised, uncertain. “You fire again,” Damon growled, eyes glowing dangerously, “and I swear, I’ll make sure your limbs are the first thing to go before your head follows. No one dares harm anyone within my territory grounds and if he thinks that he can do this then so help me God, I'm going to have his head and yours.” They hesitated. But not for long. He didn’t wait for them to decide. In a blur of movement too fast for human eyes, he crossed the distance. One man tried to aim. Damon’s fist met his jaw with a sickening crack. The second dropped the gun, hands raised, Damon kicked it aside and shoved him into the side of the building.