Damian Wayne X Jon Kent Novels & Stories

"He works with me." A hand settled on the small of my back. Warm. Possessive. I didn't flinch. Damian Kael stepped out of the shadows, all sharp grins and gold cufflinks. He was taller than Julian, younger, and infinitely more dangerous. His eyes flickered to Julian with amusement. "Thorne," Damian said. "I believe my partner just outbid you. Unless you'd like to raise the stakes?" Julian looked between us, his jaw clenching. "What is this? You two are—"

Damien asked. "What ?" Damien's hand encircled her waist and he shifted her so that she was now sitting on his member, he was really hard and the sensation heated her up. "Do you feel that Raven?" Damien whispered in her ear. "How can I not?" Raven shifted some more and she relished at the moment as she saw how Damien was affected by her fidgeting. She was enjoying the power that she had over him. "Raven what are you doing?" Damien asked as his voice came out in a hoarse whisper. He clearly was trying so hard to hold back but he was failing at it miserably.

" Damian Richards. Always one to steal the show. Good to see you." He gave Damian a friendly handshake. "Thank you for taking your time off work and coming to see me. How's your arm?" Damian looked at Tony with a raised eyebrow. How did he hear about his arm? "Oh don't look at me like that old chap. Word gets round you know." "I'm sure it does." 'Father, Damian." Both men looked around and saw a handsome young man walk towards them. "Ahhh, Damian. You must remeber my son Xavier. Son, this is Damian Richards, the son of my dearest friend, now late."

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I took his hand and his smile was forced. “Akmed" he introduced himself. “Damien Wayne" I responded, introducing myself too. I let go of my hand and he did same. Mr Kuma called everyone again and we stood together for a picture. Irene's smile was all I needed to make my day. The camera man kept signaling me to look away from my beautiful wife.

How the hell was he going to save Luna all the pain he was trying to mete out to her on purpose? Maybe involving a third party would make him calm down. The Elders? Roy shook his head. They wouldn't want to go against him. Damien's words often overruled theirs. Mark. Roy mused. Even though he and Mark rarely got along, he seemed like the better candidate. He was Damien's friend, and he was the only one who could speak to Damien and stand by his words even when Damien was furious. Besides, he was the one who gave the suggestion about Emberlynn's pack.

Damian slid backwards on his elbows, trying to get away from his cousin. "Do you really think your father would let you be with her?",Damian asked, trying to buy time. He couldn't handle Xavier on his own. He needed his brother. Although both him and Alexander wouldn't be able to take on Xavier in his current god mode, but they had to try. And Serena too. They needed Serena. She would be able to calm her brother down. But how would he get her? Xavier would kill him if he didn't do something soon. "THAT IS NONE OF YOUR BLOODY BUSINESS!",Xavier roared out. It seemed the more Damian talked, the more enraged Xavier became. A spear materialized and pinned Damian down, preventing him from moving f

Jason stood straight, showing off his height. “You’re going to want to not do that.” Damian threatened dangerously. “Both you of you chill out! Jason, this is Damian. He is Dax’s brother. Damian, this is my cousin Jason.” “Whatever, Sarah, I need you now!” Jason kept his back straight but pleaded with me.

That woman was Alice Kent, Damian’s childhood friend and the bully who had her subordinates break my ribs and stuff dirt into my mouth. For me, Damian had sent the entire Kent family into hell. However, it was all just a show. He turned Alice’s hell into a nice cage and hid his darling in it, away from my sight. “Annie?” I heard Damian’s voice at the door. I snapped out of my reverie, and Chester quietly vanished into the shadows. Damian walked in, and I could smell the faint traces of gunpowder and expensive cologne on him. He removed his blood-drenched, black trench coat, strode over to me, and hugged me tight.

Kale muttered, and Damian’s head snapped toward him. “I’ve warned you to stop talking about Dorian like that. He’s your Alpha.” He paused, then squinted slightly. “Though… he has been a bit grumpy today.” “Isn’t he always grumpy?” “You know he can hear you?” Damian hissed, shooting him a glare. Kale shrugged. “It’d only be a problem if that was a lie.” “You should be thanking the Moon Goddess we’re related. You’d be dead by now,” Damian replied, sighing heavily and shaking his head. Then, with his grin returning, “See you at home, bro. And bye, Rhea.” And with that, he turned and walked away.