Damian X Raven Novels & Stories

Damien still didn't respond, but his gaze finally met mine-blank, guarded, waiting for me to continue. "Why were you smoking and drinking?" I asked, my tone more serious now. "You look terrible. Did something happen?" Damien let out a deep sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I'm just... lost." "You won't be if you open up to me," I said gently. "You know you can tell me anything." He flinched-subtle, but I caught it-before turning back toward his desk and taking his seat. "It's just the Raven," he said, his voice tight. "That's all. And I don't want you to worry. You're already dealing with your own family issues."

Draven, his eyes burning with hatred, charged at them, his hands crackling with dark energy. As Draven lunged at them, his eyes burning with fury, Ethan braced himself, feeling the raw power of the bond between him and Lena surging within him. Just as Draven’s dark energy was about to collide with them, a deafening crack echoed through the chamber. Just as Draven's dull energy was around to collide with them, a stunning split resounded through the chamber. The earth underneath them gave way wide open, uncovering a bottomless void, whirling with shadows and malicious energy.

Damien had no respect for me whatsoever, I remember when he called and texted all day long now he didn't even have the guts to face me in person. Spending his hours wrapped in Belinda. I cringed at the thought of them getting intimate in bed. After everything, the promises, the kisses, the gifts, why go so far if it was only to pretend? Was he trying to pay me off as the mother of his child or a whore who was able to conceive? It made no sense why go through all this, why! For what reason? Announcing his annulment to the lycanthrope council, openly claiming his love for me.

About Rain sleeping in his room with her notebook on the shelf and her mother's photograph on the windowsill and her wolf still becoming what it was going to be. He picked up his phone. Called Cole. Cole answered immediately. "I need you," Damien said quietly. "Now. My office." "On my way," Cole said. No questions. Just — on my way. Damien set the phone down. He looked at the city. He had faced enemies before. Had built an empire on the foundation of loss and come out the other side. Had faced Harlan and Rook and Marcus and everything that had come with all of them. But this was different.

He smiles, I inhale his strong musky scent as he sits beside me. "Riven McCall." he whispers in my ear and I get goose bumps. "Hmmmhh?" I ask and he smiles. "My name, what's yours?" He says and I face palm myself for being weird. "Oh, it's Elicia Rae." I managed to say as I tried to focus on the lecture but l failed miserably. As the lecture proceeded all I could picture was Riven and as much as I tried to push his stupid smiley face at the back of my mind I couldn't.

Raven The water beats down around us, hot and heavy, but all I feel, taste and know is him. Damian's kiss is rough, claiming, shattering every thought and fear, pulling me deeper, stripping away all my control until I'm left with only the burn of his mouth on mine.

The screen flickered as Raven’s voice crackled through the speakers, hijacking our internal comms. “Hello, Elena. I thought it was time we met properly. After all, I’m about to take everything you built and grind it into ash.” Then her eyes shifted, her smirk curling toward the man beside me. “And Damien… darling. You always did choose the wrong women.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Raven — Damien’s ex-lover long presumed dead – returns from the shadows, armed and vengeful, revealing herself as the new player in the final game. Her presence shatters Elena’s confidence and Damien’s loyalty, sending everything into chaos as t

“The same fucker who’s blackmailing us? He works for Viktor Kane — the man I took territory from last year. They want me dead. And they know the fastest way to break me… is through you.” Tears streamed down Raven’s face from the intensity. She could feel every inch of him stretching her, claiming her, punishing her. “Then why did you bring me into this?!” she sobbed, even as her pussy clenched and squirted around his pounding cock. “Why did you come after me if you knew it was dangerous?” Damien suddenly slowed his thrusts. He leaned down, forehead pressed against hers, still buried to the hilt inside her. For the first time, real vulnerability cracked through his dark eyes.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.