Damian X Raven Novels & Stories

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.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Rylan said coldly, pointing at Damian. “If you want her, you’ll have to go through me.” “My Luna can not be under a pathetic rogue. Surely she's not stooped so low," Damian said arrogantly. "Being with you was the lowest she could ever go, and you call her your Luna after everything you've done to her?" Rylan retorted. I’ll enjoy tearing you apart with my fist,” Damian sneered, his eyes blazing with fury. “You’ve been a thorn in my side for too long.”

He cut off another car, accelerating further. Leah heart beat like a drum. He was from the purest lycan bloodline there was, if they crashed, he would walk away without a scratch but she would be lucky if they found her in one piece. With her being half-human, her healing was close to humans than lycans. Was he trying to kill her? Damon flicking his cigarette, squinting his eyes deep in thought. The smoke from the puff, suffocated her further. "... Pl-please, slow down! I'm still hurt from yesterday night." She forced out.

Thane queries, making me nod, knowing he is right; I’ve only ever seen Vaari feed from Mummo when he has shown great displays of power, to recover. “Like Embry says, Raven is very special, if she drains herself to much, she needs it to recover like we do when we’re injured. Raven and Liliana have more surprises in them yet,” Jonathan answers for me, returning looking like a true Viking God effortlessly dragging a good size reindeer. “You couldn’t find any smaller game?” I question, standing to help him dress the deer as he shrugs, and the others return with water. “I can smell rogues nearby, and from their scent it’s women and children,” Jonathan admits, brushing my hair from my face, making

She is going to hate me if she finds out I have been smooching her stepbrother. "Hey babe," Damian said while coming into the bedroom and disconnecting me from my thoughts. He climbed on the space beside me as he removed his shorts he was on leaving just his boxes, I shyly look away. "You are still shy aren't you?" he said as he teases my neckline with his tongue and inhales my scent, placing soft kisses on my lips. he looked into my eyes and said

Xoxo “Shut up, Dam. You're saying this because you're jealous.” Avery chuckled. “Jealous? Why would I be jealous?” Damian raised an eyebrow. “Because you never liked anyone. You don't have feelings, Dam. You have a heart made of ice.” “Rude,” Damian mumbled, staring at Avery, who was checking her phone every five seconds. “Oh!” Avery pretended to faint on the bed when she finally got an answer from Nate. “Let me see,” Damian said.

“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.

Damian moved in closer, his chest brushing against my shoulder as he whispered in my ear, loud enough for Chris to hear: “Rachel, do you want to know what really happened to your mom?” I froze. My blood turned to ice. “What?” I whispered, my lips trembling. Chris stood there looking at me But before I could even think, Damian’s hand cupped my face and he kissed me. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was fire and claim and demand all in one. My knees almost gave way as the heat of him swallowed me whole. My eyes fluttered shut forgetting Chris was there, my heart hammering so loud I thought it might burst out of my chest.

"Or would you like me to strip here to prove that I am not the woman named Camila you speak of?" Damian took a step back, his face deathly pale. Is it possible I’m truly wrong? Could my guilt be creating this illusion? he thought. Yet his heart kept screaming that this woman was his wife. "I will prove it," Damian said in a heavy voice full of both threat and desperation. "I will find out who you really are, Sheina Blake." Sheina smiled, and this time her smile looked almost pitying. "By all means, Mr. Xavier. Spend your money on that. Meanwhile, I will continue to create works that remind the world how fragile people like you truly are."