Damian X Raven Novels & Stories

Damian whispered in my head. “OMG he sounds yummy” Raven said “Raven!” I said laughing but agreeing “Thank you! When will I get to see you tomorrow?” “Not till the party, unfortunately, I have a few things to finish up.” “Okay, well I will be the one in red” “Ugh, I am going to have to kill someone if they look at you or even touch you” Damian said growling “Hmm well we will see lover boy” I teased, I needed to stop this before Holly smelled my arousal. She was already looking at me smiling. She knew I was mind-linking someone and by the smile on my face I knew she knew who it was.

His grip tighten a little bit more, crushing my wrist as he dragged me, almost throwing me down the remaining flight of stairs. “Bitch.” he sneered, pushing me into the floor beside the bloody, kneeling guy Bast was torturing a while ago. Luckily, I had braced myself early, enough to save myself from swimming on the floor. I glared at Matias before I turn my gaze towards Bast. But the moment Bast saw me, the world seemed to stop as he turns a shade paler than the ghost. “Diana?” At the mention of my biological mother's name, the alarm in my head had gone off into a frenzy. My tongue seemed to glue itself at the top of my mouth, rendering me unable to say anything.

Raphael is more interested in the beauty in his arms. He turned her in his arms so that now she is looking at him. He locked his gaze with hers. Slowly the fog around him began to disappear, showing the form of the real Raphael. The handsome Raven Prince. But his eyes are still pitch black and he still looks scary to everyone. There is still no recognition in him about who he is. But the darkness and the urge to kill and immense hatred are not so intense.

Beta Maddox strode out, his eyes the same diamond grey as Zena’s except colder, harder. Wearing a charcoal grey uniform, Maddox stood out amongst the other men with his huge shoulders and tattoos. “State your business,” he barked. Standing tall I ignored the Warriors and replied, “Alpha Cillian of the Shadowlands, here to speak only to Alpha Alexander.” /So much for anonymity and sneaking./ Vez grumbled. As annoyance at my plan failing threatened to burn my cheeks with crimson I saw Maddox tilt his head. He was receiving a mindlink.

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

“I knew him longer than you, and I didn’t know who he really was either. So if you’re going to blame yourself for not seeing his true colours, then we’re all to blame” “But Dante didn’t fully trust him, if he felt something was off, then I should have known the moment I met him. That’s what my breed is supposed to do”. “Raven, you’re right”. Dante spoke with a shrug. “I didn’t fully trust him, but even though I was a bit wary of him, I still didn’t do anything about it. I just passed it off like it was my own problem! If I had watched him carefully, then I might have realised what he was up to. So if anyone’s to blame, then it’s on me”.

Frame agreement for a Dominant / Submissive relationship This document specifies the responsibilities and duties of Damian Black {the Dominant} and Vincent Romano {the Submissive} as part of a consensual BDSM agreement. This agreement is private and shall not be disclosed in any circumstances to anyone, even if it is not legally binding. The Dominant I, Damian Black , request of Vincent Romano the acceptance of my dominance and guidance. I ask for ownership of your mind and body in return for my care and protection. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy.

Damian stood at the top floor of his sitting room balcony, looking downward at Grant, who got out of his car to assist his sister in getting into his car. "Damian!" Grant yelled as he gazed up at Damian, his voice loud and firm. "This isn't the end of the road. Don't think that you can mess with the Milian's group and go scot-free! I will get my revenge on you!!" Grant shouted, glaring at Damian, who stood there and smirked.

Amelia gasped, blood in her mouth. Still, she got up. “Two days,” Diane said, brushing invisible dust off her sleek black coat. “That’s how long you have to figure out how to kill me. But every second you waste like this?” She leaned in close, voice a whisper of thunder. “Is a second I get closer to making Raven wish she was never born.” Amelia froze. The taunt landed exactly where Diane meant it to. And Diane knew it. She straightened, walking away like the fight had never started.

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”